Past Mortem
I love that you're happy, but dear, I'm confused. These things that you wrote, are all those still true? I read and absorb, and take things to heart, yet can't help but notice, that we're still apart. I really dont think, that I'll see you again, which means I'll stay broken, no I'll never mend. I torture myself, with memories of you, a love in the past, that once was so true.
© Richie Croteau
© Richie Croteau
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