I wrote a song for you but I couldn't sing it
And it kills me inside knowing I should've
I wrote a song for you but it didn't rhyme
And I knew you couldn't hear it.
The song contained versions of our lives in my head.
The song was filled with happy things despite being nowhere near each other
It was filled with millions of smiles and laughs
Most importantly it was filled with your happy ending.
I wrote a song where you ended up happy and I could only smile because that's all I ever wanted.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
