No Goodbye is Always a Goodbye

They stopped saying goodbye.

The kisses, laughs, and shared moments disappeared without warning.

“I found someone else,” she whispered.

“I know,” he said back.

She got up and left.

They both knew what happened.

Their love story was beautifully epic.

And maybe in a past life they could make it work,

But they stopped saying goodbye.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

ForensicsNerd34

Beautiful, I really like your writting. Again, I can tell there is emotion within your writting. Keep that up, and you'll continue to do amazing work.

 

kenzieschem

Thank you, again. It means a lot! 

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