It's a funny thing, the way I felt,
When you smile.
It's a funny thing,
How it was her, not me,
when you laugh.
you think it's a funny thing,
The way I thought we could
last.
& when I saw you kiss her down the hall,
that was surely not funny at all.
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Memories and Days That Passed ·•° | P O E T R Y |°•·
PoetryLife throws us so many moments, sometimes it's hard to comprehend what we want to remember and what we want to forget. Either way, remembering or forgetting, that moment happened & how we face reality is up to us. This is poetry I wrote, based off o...
