It’s the most important ones, that we seem to forget so fast.
The only ones who stayed to love,
The ones who stayed to last.
Blinded by their perfect luminance,
our brain does a dance.
We feel like this will last forever,
because something like this could never end.
But the things you’d never thought you’d lose,
the lost words that never hit send.
The lost words that got trapped in the selfishness of your eyes.
so each tear you cry
a tear you deserve
each day you try
each love you’ll observe
Because you couldn’t love anyone except an idea of yourself.
Poetry
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