when we exchanged
our very last goodbyes.
you were staying
and i was leaving.
you were a field boy,
running in the hills,
letting loose in the trees
and living in no fear.
i was a city girl,
living in the twinkling lights,
basking in the reflections
off of the skyscrapers.
we were never meant to be.
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bits of life
Poetrya clutter of stories. updated as often as i can. 》started: 8-21-18《 rankings: #69 in poetry - 9-23-18 #35 in poems - 9-24-18 extra note: do NOT plagiarize any poems from this book! it is 100% my own work, and i put lots of time and effort into writ...
