For a moment we forgot who we were, or more accurately we forgot who we were supposed to be.
For a moment, a sweet second we were just us; two strangers in love and longing to escape.
In a way we were the most human we've been when we were together.
But good things never last
I hate that you hate me
And maybe this is how the world ends
With us laying in unmarked graves countries apart,
Maybe the world burns while we drown in the ocean or maybe you kill me.
We're all bloody knuckles and underestimation
Never got a chance to even love ourselves.
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The Boy That Never Forgot Their Name
PoetryStep into the life of a mystery in this poetry collection exploring romance, death,pain, and creatures out of this realm. Forget what you have learned of heartbreak and ghosts because when you walk into the forest I promise that you will know the tr...
