Now you’re gone
Now I’m down
Now this stings
Can’t forget
Can’t let go
Can’t move past
Was it real?
Was it love?
Was it me?
About the Creator
Tina D. Lopez
I have a lot of silly things (some dark things) inside my head, so I write them down. Sometimes they turn into poems.
My book Love Ain’t No Friend of Mine is available on Amazon. https://a.co/d/6JYBmLH
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