we don't know each other
and that's a blessing.
instead of breaking the ice,
we can break hearts.
•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•
she can't tell him
that she's truly
falling.
down.
fast.
she's given him
all she's got.
she shouldn't have
to remind him of
what he promises
to do
in order to receive.
she sits in silence
each day
wondering
why it's her that
cries every night.
why it's her who
loves him so much,
she can't leave. . .
-sara-
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The Moon, The Stars, You.
PoetryThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coi...
