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Poetry

She loves him; he doesn't know. So she expresses it in the only way she knows how - Through her words.

I Wrote

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by _shreyapandey_

by _shreyapandey_

I wrote.

I wrote all the things

I couldn’t say

Or didn’t get to

Experience.

I wrote the happy ending

I deserved but didn’t get.

I described the kisses

We should’ve shared.

I wrote how your smile

Made me feel

And how your words

Made be bleed.

I wrote how you toar

My heart and

Made scars that would

Haunt me for years to come.

I wrote about the good things

And the bad ones.

But mostly the bad ones.

I wrote.

Because that’s all I could do.

I wrote myself things that

You could never give me.

And I wrote a world

Where your promises

Weren’t empty and

Your kisses were real.