We used to be a happy soul
A wish that had come true
A dream that became real
There was a "me and you"
There used to be a "we"
There used to be an "us"
But fate is mischievous after all
Sadly it didn't last
YOU ARE READING
Naive Girl
PoetrySitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.
