So as I look up
To the stars,
Hoping you're doing
The same,
I'll quietly whisper
Those three words to them,
In hope that maybe,
Maybe someday
They'll find their way
To your ears,
And maybe then
You'll know,
That you'll always be
The person
I'll never get tired of
Waiting for.
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So, something different. What do you think?
I mean with the theme being unsaid, and no dialogue use in this one...
Please dear reader, answer me, am I allowed to post chapters like this one, or the old style was better? you are bound to answer, even if you read it after a million years, even if there is a guy with a knife running after you.
It's really okay, even if you don't like this.
*smiles at you with that puppy innocent face*
YOU ARE READING
unsaid
Poetry'I wanted to speak oceans, but only told you a drop.' #itsnotaphase {Started on Jan 10, 2017} {Ended on April 1, 2018} #1 in poetry (when the ranks used to actually matter) for 365 days (and more).
