April 6
8:00 am"I'm okay," finally, she said. Feeling all happy and strong. Yesterday, along with the days before, was painfully wasted crying over that boy who used to mean the universe to her, hoping he'd come back.
But today,
she decided to stop.
No more missing of him;
Of his voice,
his smile,
his laugh,
his eyes,
his kisses,
his promises,
his embrace.She decided to move on.
YOU ARE READING
inked.
PoetryJust some random thoughts in my mind, felt by the heart and inked on paper by my hands to make these not-so-nice poems for the soul. matry.lang.