I keep wondering if we could've been,
If I made that phone call would it make all of this real?
The sound of your voice, to know that your there,
But what happened is like smoke faded off to the sky,
Drifted off in the wind not having a second thought not saying goodbye.
I'm glad we're okay now,
But I'm living in a constant fear of losing you again.
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Recovery
PoetryLove makes you feel many ways. Sometimes, in ways that you will be grateful for, or the ones that keeps you up at night crying. In my book I have 4 chapters; hurting, anger, fear, & acceptance. Read this book..., feel what I feel. Tragic love is by...
