It wasn't ours and never was.
But the thought of you using the songs I put up for you to your new lover
might kill something inside of me that I didn't know existed.
I am afraid and hurt by the thought of you listening to a specific song while thinking of your new partner.
While that song was supposed to be ours.
YOU ARE READING
Immortalized Gentleman
PoetryA book that will never be marked as completed until my very last breath as I decide to write about you as long as I live. The immortalized gentleman that the world knows but still remains mysterious and unknown. My eternal subject, my muse. ________...
