our love story wasn't different.
we made out in cars.
snuck to the bathroom for sweet kisses.
held hands at parties.
grabbed at the other in bad times.
i wish ours was different.
that we sang each other songs.
gazed into each others eyes for too long.
had fun together.
a love that i could pour my soul out in ink
just trying to explain my deep feelings for you.
but, at last, our love story wasn't different.
our love story wasn't even love,
no different than most teenagers.
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poetry to make you bleed
Poetryif you've seen these in tiktok, don't worry, i didn't steal these!! my tiktoks are @writemeaway @herewefellinluv and i post these on there and vice versa:))) poems that i've written over the past couple of months, they are everywhere: favorable, so...
