he was the apple of my eye
the center of my life
genuine as he smile
dreaming to be his wife
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The Things We Don't Talk About | Poetry
Poetry❝We need to talk,❞ I said over the phone, hoping for the best. He agreed to meet me to the only place we call home. But he never came that day, sadly, he left me for good. These are the things that we don't talk about, which ended our journey. (feat...
015. infatuation
he was the apple of my eye
the center of my life
genuine as he smile
dreaming to be his wife
