I'm all too used with him gone;
Familiar with the nights
of no reply,
No good morning texts,
Or I-love-you's.
It didn't used to be this way,
Him and I.
There were nights
when we'd talk
til the sun came out,
With no intention
of ever saying goodbye.
What happened to us my love?
When did we let life
get the best of us?
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Hidden Thoughts
PoesiJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
