It's not easy to say that I see us in every couple holding hands down the street,
But it's even harder to say that I still think about you when I kiss my lover's lips.
It feels like every sunset I watch, it's here to remind me that I haven't yet moved on,
I'm tired of always looking for the part of you I lost, in every single place I go.
YOU ARE READING
A Hundred Roses
PoetryAnd suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul
