The note you passed me read,
Us = Forever,
But on my heart it’s etched,
Us = Never.
At least I had a little time,
A little slice of forever,
But now I’m stuffed to the brim,
With the emptiness of never.
Us = Forever,
But on my heart it’s etched,
Us = Never.
At least I had a little time,
A little slice of forever,
But now I’m stuffed to the brim,
With the emptiness of never.
Indiewriter
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