Don’t believe the words I wrote
in that fleeting moment of storm,
about forgetting you.
They were born of hurt,
not truth.
My eternity,
still longs for you.
Even silence,
echoes your name.
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 3:38 PM UTC
Don’t believe the words I wrote
in that fleeting moment of storm,
about forgetting you.
They were born of hurt,
not truth.
My eternity,
still longs for you.
Even silence,
echoes your name.
Written in the quiet aftermath of a moment I mistook for closure. Sometimes, the heart speaks in contradiction before it finds its truth again.
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