A final poem.
Of you and me,
Of what we were
And could not be,
My heart is heavy
My soul is free.
I love you,
I miss you,
The End.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 4:03 AM UTC
A final poem.
Of you and me,
Of what we were
And could not be,
My heart is heavy
My soul is free.
I love you,
I miss you,
The End.
I lost another friend... I haven't written in a long time. We all have pain. Theirs was greater than most. It hurt me, and I hurt them by mistake...
But it's best for us both to part ways. When you really love someone, sometimes you have to leave them alone.
I will always wonder, Riley. What I killed in you.
And what you killed in me.
