My heart didn't want to listen
when I was telling her
you were not mine.
And even on that April day
when you turned around and
smiled at me
I still kept telling
my heart
to stop racing,
he was not mine.
Indeed he never was.
YOU ARE READING
After He Left
PoetryAfter you left, I wrote you poems that you'll never get to read. Now you're still gone and I'm still writing the words you never got to hear. -------------- The poems are somehow connected, although they can be read alone. This book was actually in...
