A poet's finest words,
Are the ones he left unsaid.
The words you can only see
By the tears on the paper.
That was all he ever had.

Love
is
everything
but
what
you
expected.
I love you

I walked these streets in October and it hit different then it did in November.
Maybe it's because I've changed
You were my good days.
Let's hope that I get over you in December.
You really took a toll on me but
you were right, it wasn't meant to be.