We don't laugh together,
no more do we fight.
We don't come together,
no more do we cry.
And now you've got the one you've always wanted.
The one you think you're for
and both of us now
know it wasn't me.
Cause everytime I think about you
it hits me,
I should've moved on.
As you didn't take time
to forget me.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from an old diary
PoetryFeel free to vote and comment if you enjoy reading! (Previously known as "Poetry On Fingertips") •2nd Position in The Crown Awards 2020 •#1 in #poetryislife -28/June/2020 •#1 in #poetrylovers -26/Feb/2019 And plz don't copy my book, Truyen.
