Two and a half years...that's what I wasted.
Two and a half years, I spent dreaming about him.
Two and a half years, I cried over unrequited love.
Two and a half years, his smile haunted my days.
Two and a half years, his voice haunted my nights.
Two and a half years, I tried to move on.
Two and a half years, his gaze kept me trapped.
Two and a half years, he spoke to my soul.
Two and a half years, he danced around my thoughts.
Two and a half years, he stomped on my emotions.
Two and a half years, he hid the truth in the shadows.
Two and a half years, filled with pain and agony.
Two and a half years, and all that remains is my shattered heart.
Two and a half years...that's what I wasted.
-T.D.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
For Him
PoesíaRecently, I found myself trying to move forward from unrequited love. I learned quickly I had a lot to say. This is a collection of thoughts and poems that I wrote for him, about him, maybe even to him.
