When I first saw you, I knew how it would end.
Dark and painful, full of regret.
But now that it has, I wonder to myself,
What would it be if we had never met?
No hour long phone calls,
No silly fights.
No awkward silences,
No late nights.
No laughter,
No sunshine,
No jokes,
No time.
But now it's all over,
End of the line.
YOU ARE READING
My Life As A Poet
PoetryMy heart bleeds ... I bleed the words I cannot speak.. The thoughts that choke my heart.. ???? The emotions i keep to myself.. ???? I bleed the words that my mouth fail to say.. ❤ People call it poetry ........
