Might it be the way you looked at me
At the backseat of your car when we gazed into the stars?
Might it be the way you let me see
The feelings, once forgotten, and only felt from afar?
Might it be the time you first held my hand
And said you would never let me go?
Might it be the way you smiled at me
And said you loved me so?
Might it be the storm inside of me
That caused all of these to fall apart?
Might it be our childish delusions of a lifetime
We thought stayed in our hearts?
Might it be the promises, the words we said
That, like a flower, slowly wilted away?
Might it be, might it be the ending
Of another tragic fairytale?
Might it be?
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Unheard Echoes
PoetryGenre: Poetry "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." ~ Robert Frost
