 
Impossible.
Impossible.
You say it is impossible,
You say there is nothing I can do,
To fix this mess I have made for us.
If everyone believed it,
When they were told it was crazy,
We would still look up at the moon,
Thinking;
Impossible.
We would never have shared those moments,
I told myself it was impossible,
Impossible that you would ever love me,
But at 7:43am on Wednesday,
The fifteenth of October,
In the year two thousand and eight,
The impossible was proven wrong.
You made it possible,
You know that nothing is impossible,
And yet there you are,
Thinking;
Impossible. Impossible.in Poetry
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe there is something else,
Something you cannot understand.
Maybe there is a side of me that you do not know,
Maybe there is a side of me that you will never know,
But maybe you can know,
Maybe you would talk to me again.
Maybe you would figure it out,
Figure out that I will help you,
That I will care for you,
No matter what you do to me,
No matter how you treat me,
Maybe I still love you,
Maybe you still love me,
Maybe.
Just maybe. Maybe.in Poetry
All the Memories.
All the memories that you have given me;
The ones of sadness,
The ones of glee,
The ones of us,
The ones of your smile,
And especially the ones of our bliss,
All the memories,
Of you.
The ones with tears running down my face,
The ones that brought me to this point,
The ones with you in all of your grace,
all the memories,
Of you.
The ones that make me cry every day,
The ones that make me wish I were still with you,
The ones of all the times we shared,
All the memories,
Of you.
Now all the memories,
That hurt me so,
I wish would stay,
But wish to go,
Have put me through some tough times,
But I would never trade anything All the Memories.in Poetry
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