Friday, October 25, 2019

Poetry #122

It was
the first
time we
have met

And right
in front
of her
I cried.

We were
floating in
the sky.

My voice
it just
came out.

I meant
to tell
her to
stay strong

and yet
it felt
I was
telling myself.

It was
the first
time we
have met.

Here I
am showing
how pathetic
I could
actually be.

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