Challenge
You can't ever go back. If you do, it is never the same. Trying to recapture that moment in time when that moment has passed.
105 reads
Hopeless
the particles in the air
have shifted
the humidity
has
dropped
the wind blows
direction other the
my mind reels
through the same
thoughts
a multitude
of other ways
I could've professed
but no matter
how I attempt
to rewrite our history
you’ll never love me
as I love you