If I was ever done with a boy I thought was the one I was going to spend my life with; if there were only unsaid words left I failed to speak amassed at the tip of my tongue, at the edge of my lips; if I knelt before my pen and paper for the loss of one collection of poetry; please, for me, someone: tell him how much I have loved him- tell him how much he meant to me.
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[14/01/17]
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Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
PoetryIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
