Hearsay, the more you forgive, the more they will love you. But every time you forgive them, you fall in love with them less and less. And the time they love you more than any other is very much the moment you decide to love them the least.
What it takes for a poem to trend I fail to understand When you expect the least It trends and trends When I am serious and deep The poem flops like a fish on the deck May be I "No Poet" category poet!
Cigarettes in the middle of the night Wine by campfire light Lakeside loops Hula hoops You were the whiskey in my Dr. Pepper My now until forever We walked through the darkness as a pair I still make our drive but you're not there I miss you