I found myself writing about you again.
3 months ago I was writing to you.
Having those deep conversations until noon.
Talking about everything and nothing.
I don't even know why am I writing this.
To be honest I don't even miss you, neither the feelings you used to give me.
I'm burning this poem attached to the photos and everything that reminds me of you, of us.
This is the last goodbye my dear.
-J
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
I found myself writing about you again.
3 months ago I was writing to you.
Having those deep conversations until noon.
Talking about everything and nothing.
I don't even know why am I writing this.
To be honest I don't even miss you, neither the feelings you used to give me.
I'm burning this poem attached to the photos and everything that reminds me of you, of us.
This is the last goodbye my dear.
-J
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