With you every silence turns into a song
Somehow,
but every touch and every kiss you play down
Is that what you're saying now
We did nothing more than "hang out"?
What's it like to live a lie?
With your legs set to run?
Only you and I know we came closer than anyone
We came closer than anyone
Without you days feel so long right now,
but every touch, and every kiss I relive
Every hour
Is that what you're saying now?
We did nothing more than "hang out"?
What's it like to live a lie?
With your legs set to run?
Only you and I know we came closer than anyone
We came closer than anyone
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Comments (3)
Deeply heartbreaking!!! Left some love!!!❤️❤️💕
Gosh this was so heartbreaking! It really hurts when what we felt isn't the same as the other person. Loved your poem!
I feel the sadness, wanting a lover to acknowledge the love you have for each other but the lover keep running away from it. Give it time to flourish