Like We Used To Be:
trying
to
but
always
failing
letting
go
but
still
am
holding
living
without
you
an
easier
thought
but
blurred
images
are
easily
caught
by
my
mind
and
soul
and
heart
like
it
used
to
be
just
like
we
used
to
be
you
and
me
YOU ARE READING
(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]
