Sometimes I look at the clouds and it reminds me of what we could've been.
What we could've been if I never left.
What we could've been if you had never lied.
What we could've been if I had stayed
What we could've been in my eyes.
But in my eyes we are in the past
And in the past we never lasted.
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Emotions (Watty2016)
PoetryWhat are you hiding inside.... All poetry published on this book was created by me and originally thought up by me any form of copying or republishing without giving credit is illegal
