Is it really true?
Is it true that we'll never be together again?
Is it true that you have no feelings left for me?
Is it true that it's really over?
Well, the obvious answer to these questions is yes,
But part of me still refuses to accept that.
That foolish part of me still dreams;
She imagines us being together forever,
As if nothing bad ever happened between us.
She's still holding on.
It's as if she forgets the cold, uncaring look in your eyes
And only remembers the happy times.
She's an idiot, she doesn't understand
That nothing can ever be the way it was before.
Honestly,
I don't know what I'd do if she went away.
I don't know if I can really face the reality of what has happened.
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Swoosh - a book of breezy poetry
PoetrySome of the least poetic poems you'll ever read, written by, you guessed it, me! These are some thoughts and feelings that I tried to put into words. I started writing poetry regularly back in January, so the poems in this book kind of tell the stor...
