June 12th 2016
Those notes and letters is how I got to know you.
Like a pen pal, I never seemed to know the real you.
Even though you stood in front of me.
Telling me about your findings.
I thought about things and how I wanted them to be.
At one time we would be together
and what we wanted were the same things.
But that was not meant to last forever.
The paper was soon crumbled, and much of it thrown out.
It was decomposed, down to the ground. Forgotten.
We've forgotten some things about each other,
We forgot how to love one another.
YOU ARE READING
Rethink Everything.
PoetryPoetry that you might not understand. And it might be better if you just forgot it. Most of this is about life and how it's unplanned. And a lot of it has to do with the way I stand.
