achingA Poem by chloe cruz
we were in love
but were not lovers. we were strange but were not strangers. we believed but were not believers. we dreamt but were not dreamers. we were tortured but were not torturers. we had thoughts but were not thinkers. we both left but were not leavers. why do these things have to go away? © 2012 chloe cruz |
StatsAuthorchloe cruzPortland, ORAbouti'm a really ordinary person, besides a few quirks. talk to me or whatever; i dig ravioli, cult films, errthang stephen king, neat glasses, and people. lez talk. c: more..Writing
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