He promised her he moved on
He never told her he was crying til dawn
He never told her about the scars on his hands
He never even asked her for one last dance
He watches as she falls for someone new
He reminisces about that one summer night in June
That night that he held her
Little did he know that it was only a dare
He breaks down every single day
Silently waiting for her to feel the same way
He's been there since the start
Even if it felt like a bullet to his heart
YOU ARE READING
Literature
PoetryPoetry is what happens When your mind stops working, And for a moment, all you do is feel.
