You always said I had no passion.
You said it so many times, it became ingrained.
Perhaps if I had discovered poetry while we were together,
perhaps then you would have stayed.
Or maybe this is how it was meant to be.
Maybe it was you that I was meant to lose.
So I could discover this zealousness inside of me.
So I could make you my muse.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 3:49 PM UTC
You always said I had no passion.
You said it so many times, it became ingrained.
Perhaps if I had discovered poetry while we were together,
perhaps then you would have stayed.
Or maybe this is how it was meant to be.
Maybe it was you that I was meant to lose.
So I could discover this zealousness inside of me.
So I could make you my muse.
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