I remembered you in room one-oh-three.
I figured you were missing me,
but now I don't know if that was true.
Did you love me when I loved you?
Did we miss each other by a mile
with the time we made the other smile?
Do you miss me in the same way
that I miss you in, with every day?
As time goes by, the wound gets deeper -
I thought back then that we were keepers.
Where have you gone, my broken dove?
You said that it was me you loved.
Was all you said to me a lie?
I know you don't want me to cry,
but now that's all I seem to do.
I wish I knew sooner that I loved you.
But even though they broke our red string,
you'll always be my everything.
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Random Writings
RandomJust a thing of my random writings. Sometimes it's rage poetry, sometimes it's one-shots, sometimes it's little things that delve into a bigger story later on. We'll see what it turns into.
