Tragedy

Tragedy

Tragedy

I tried not to write about you
(because you told me not to)

But
I can still taste your name
And perceive your scent on the sheets.
I can still remember
All the plans we made
The way we wrote our love story.

We just never planned on it
Becoming a tragedy.

©She is a girl called Hope.


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