What
I stopped being a poet when you stopped being my poetry. For I could never write something more than you — more than what we had.
And when the day comes when people shall ask me, "what is your greatest work?"
Know that I will stop in my tracks — dead at heart.
I will ponder over certain moments and think of a lie to respond.
But who am I kidding?
I know the answer even without thinking.
For it has been engraved in my soul — deeply carved in details. And even if it has been too long — you will still be my answer.
For you alone are my favorite once upon a time, even if you're a painful story that never ended with a happily ever after.
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Evanescence (Poetry & Prose)
Poetrythere is so much i want to tell you, yet i have no voice to say. then words came to the rescue, and poetry has it all became. ➿ to all our constants who treated us as temporary ➿ Highest Rank: #6 in Literary & 3 in Short Poetry (tags) #11 in Broken...
