Loving you is hard, but not loving you would be harder. A poem is a wound that bleeds and heals, leaving its memory etched in the heart. Each line of verse is a ghost, whispering the truths we cannot speak. We are a story the universe whispers when no one is listening. Your shadow moves through my chest while I chase the echo of your laugh. I want to remember you in every possible way, even the ones that hurt.
Afterthought
R139.00And I am not an Afterthought

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