Somewhere in the concrete
are the letters of our names,
left as a message to the world.
Somewhere in the back
of your mind is my name,
left behind when we ended.
Somewhere in our lives
are the memories we thought
we'd never stop making.
Somewhere along the way
we forgot how permanent
the pain of goodbye can be.
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Love x Stitches
PoetryBetween the fairy tales and tragedies blooms love, best in the face of adversity to revive a purpose lost to jealousy, concealed by a trust of faithful blindness, and not always ending in happily ever after. [ : : : ] A collection of poetry...
