I could have loved you nice,
I could have loved you good,
I could have been the one,
but that’s just something you never understood.
My life unfolds as my story is being told in forms of words creating a poem that speaks to the soul.
I could have loved you nice,
I could have loved you good,
I could have been the one,
but that’s just something you never understood.
On the 95th day of the year, I confessed my feelings to you and who you are to me, but I immediately took it back and said it was just a joke.
In a crowd filled with people
half dull and half interesting
I look for only one person,
I look only for YOU.
Dear Miss D, The process of letting you go is the hardest one I've come to know, through this poem I'll set you free, ...