it didn't have to be this way
is what stuck in my thoughts
we use to talk late in the night
of plans of love and wedding bells
after making love to you
Now a cold space is all you feel
you try to fill it with a pill
or maybe just a pillow
you say that I am stuck in your thoughts
when picking up the phone is the easy course
But because you know it's your fault
you'd rather write this poem than talk.
inspired by Kartrinavt
written by Lewistry
©lewistry
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