You were supposed to be my forever girl,
the only person i’d ever write another poem about.
Your slender fingers intertwined in mine,
making it impossible
to write a single word
but it would always be worth it when I saw your eyes.
I thought we’d get married,
two white dresses standing out against the autumn leaves.
But you never liked the breakfast club,
or neck deep
and you laughed every time
I said I wanted to be a poet.
It’s been a long time since I adored you,
since I saw a future in your smile. I’ve been watching pretty in pink,
something you thought
looked boring
but i’m loving it.
I still love you
but not in the way I used to;
there’s no indie movie playing our story
like I had hoped once before
but i’m finally alright with that.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
You were supposed to be my forever girl,
the only person i’d ever write another poem about.
Your slender fingers intertwined in mine,
making it impossible
to write a single word
but it would always be worth it when I saw your eyes.
I thought we’d get married,
two white dresses standing out against the autumn leaves.
But you never liked the breakfast club,
or neck deep
and you laughed every time
I said I wanted to be a poet.
It’s been a long time since I adored you,
since I saw a future in your smile. I’ve been watching pretty in pink,
something you thought
looked boring
but i’m loving it.
I still love you
but not in the way I used to;
there’s no indie movie playing our story
like I had hoped once before
but i’m finally alright with that.
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