Not knowing

It’s killing me, the not knowing.
Not knowing if what we could've been 
Would have been better than 
What I have right now.
I don’t think you’re right for her
Look at what we could have been 
If you had followed me into the sunrise
Instead of chasing her moondance.
We could have reached the sun 
But instead, you chased meteors. 
What would it have been like if 
You had chosen me? 
It’s killing me, the not knowing
And I guess I’ll never know
While you're out there chasing the night
I’ll be here stuck chasing the sun by myself 
Wondering what could have been 
But what wasn’t. 
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Penelope

VT

16 years old

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    From the day you were born I loved you unconditionally. 

    I loved you every second, of every minute, of every day. 

    When you were born, I was reborn alongside you. 

     

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    Lake

    Fall

    You are still, but the bright trees around you shake. 

    Colored leaves fall onto your surface.

    The wind howls, but you are calm. 

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    One: A Tale of Love

    I never realized

    There was a big difference between

    Being in love

    And loving someone.

    Not until you came along.

     

    I’ve come up with an idea.

    I call it

    The hole of love.

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