We were only young back then
Didn’t know any better
Always hurting each other
Or arguing over nothing
Then we decided to drift apart
A small part of me hoped you’d come back
I always waited for the day we meet again
But I know it would never happen
We never said a word at all
An unsaid goodbye hurts so much
I’m always dreaming of the days
We held each other tightly
Or the times you’d kiss my cheek
And the days you hold my hand
When you’d drive on the highway
Roll the windows down so I could feel the wind
Or when you’d smile softly at me
While I fell in love with you
But I open my eyes and realize
We could never go back.
No matter how much I love you,
We just couldn’t be.
We were too young.
About the Creator
Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
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