Our love blossomed in September and lasted through December when everything around us died.
I remember moment the smiled and looked up at the summer sun.
Then I closed my eyes and reached for your hand, but I was alone.
Suddenly I stood there, frozen, as the sky started to snow.
Everything changes.
But there was a time, when I could count on the stability of you and I.
I feel dumb cause I swore we weren't like everyone else.
Is it not enough for god that I admit my hurting?
is it not enough you decided you loved me at the wrong time?
Is it my fault there was nothing I could've said to make it all better?
Why are we stuck apart without a second chance?
I cry cause I watched the wick of our love burn away.
And I'm the one who lit the flame.
It's nights like these I wonder if you think about me, or if you've erased all thoughts of me.
As far as forgetting you, I've done the best I can.
But I'm still hoping our goodbyes are a second chance.
-Late Night Poem, Written by a hopeless romantic
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  • JoinedFebruary 16, 2020


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