I still listen to the songs you showed me,
And I still read all of our old conversations.
You're still on my mind,
You never really left, to be honest.
My heart beats faster when I hear your name,
And I look for your face in the crowd.
You still mean so much to me,
And I really hope you haven't forgotten me,
Because I have yet, to get over you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
