Chloe's untitled poem
By Chloe
Watch the flashbacks, like the movies
Head on shoulder, hand in hand
Hear our voices, happy and joyful
Bring those things back - No one can
I cut again, you never stopped
Your fire burns, I put mine out
I'm sorry baby I drove you too it
It's simple honey, I had my doubt.
Feel the good times, a cold night breeze
Kiss the sunshine, hold the stars
Play the music, golden octave
Play that game now- chasing cars
I lied to you, you told the truth
You cut again, I never stopped
What's it feel like to be loved Babe?
Remind me now Hon, I have forgot