You know, today i wasn't thinking about you.
I wasn't memorising your opaline eyes,
I wasn't listening to your rippling laugh,
Though i hoped to hold onto it forever.
Instead, i was thinking about what we could have been,
And what (i) could have been
If i never let you go.
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Never In Spring ✓
PoetryAlways in winter, never in spring, but she'll wait a thousand lifetimes for him. A personal account of a bitter, heartbroken lover's descent as she grows, watching her blooming love wither into nothing. Love poetry anthology. © elle sonder 2024 Win...
