When I look back on romances I've had
I miss the good, but they don't outshine the bad
Kissing his cheek seems like a foreign feeling to me
It's overshadowed by the what came to be
I think about the future I now have
Separate from the ones I used to love
They'll love again, and so shall I
But how many more times will love die?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poems
PoetryThat are probably terrible---------- By reading this, you are glimpsing into my very soul. It's messy. It's emotional. It's my thoughts and feelings poured out on a screen. This is me. Highest ranking #10 in poetry
