Unrequited Goodbye:
plucking petals
from an innocent flower
trusting fate
to give an answer
it has been months
since you went on your way
forgetting the promises
that still lingers everyday
forever was shorter
than it seemed to be
nothing was left
when everything was buried
asking the reason
stuck with the why
still plucking petals
when i already knew the answer
to the unrequited goodbye
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(1) Prologues of a Brokenheart (COMPLETED)
Poetry"because love requires guts, a soul, and a short term memory..." -some bookmark Random thoughts and lyrics about the heart and it's misadventures. [Copyright.styledinpink.sweetnovemberof.2013]
