
You will never hear me say, "I wish I never met you".
Although sometimes I felt that way.
I don't say it because I wish I never met you,
It's that, I wish I could've met you later on down the road.
I can't stop thinking,
About someone who doesn't even love me anymore.
I can't forget about the past, forget about what we had.
I cannot move on; I won't move on.
Though distance grew.
Our souls will stay true.
Holding onto hope, our love will grow back.
About the Creator
Kodah
- Storyteller, Love/Romance, Dark, Surrealism, Psychological, Nature, Mythical, Whimsical
~𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹~
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