I wanted it to be you. My god I really did. I wanted it to be your face I wake up to ever morning. I wanted your arms wrapped around my waist and your soft lips against mine. I wanted you to fall for me the way I fell for you; like the rain in autumn as the droplets spill from the clouds and pelt the ground. And you wanted it to be her. My god you really did. I know because when she was around, your smile could light up a room. I know because you looked at her the way I looked at you; like there was no one in the world you'd rather spend your life with. I know because when she was in the room, your heart melted, and you could hardly speak. I guess it's too easy to want what we can't have. I guess our hearts truly are deceivers above all else. And like dominos, I fell for you, You fell for her, And she fell for someone else. And here we are, both left broken by love.
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The Lost Get Found Poetry
Poetry"Poetry is what happens when for a moment the mind stops working, and all we do is feel" Poetry is my expression. My escape. My therapy. These are works that I have compiled. Some are happy, some are sad, all are 100% pure.
