I remember Tuesday night when we were at the phone,
you called me sweetheart
it's something you have never said before.
I'm glad I make you lose control of your words
because, it hasn't been the same before.
The raindrops knocking on my window reminds me of the day you slept at my house. You told me you love it when it rains
you're always with me.
It's hard to think about it now that you're not here
because it has never been this way.
If I can take the time back to when we used to be bold and nothing changed the way we were, it would have been different.
It would have been different than what we are now.
-🍷💭
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The Wine in Your Thoughts
PoetryA compilation of contemporary poetry book with a mix of random thoughts and scenarios. Enjoy reading. All written in this book is product of my imagination and feelings. Any similarities might be just coincidence. Any part of this work and as a w...
