THOUGHTS COUNT
I remember.
I, running so fast,
Only to remain still.
Pain was my appeal.
I’d kill to surrender.
I got used to it.
Again, the a bit late:
Never, but ever arrives.
Alive, I cannot attain.
I somehow knew it.
I misunderstood.
I did not know that:
When you said hello,
You were also saying:
Goodbye for good.
© Ricardo Sexton
👍👍👍
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The last 4 lines ❤
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Bittersweet unrequited love *sigh*
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