Maybe we rushed into things
But it’s too late to turn around
I’d hate for it to be the reason
We didn’t work out.
Because I like you,
And I’m not sure how much you like me
But the thought of this ending is devastating.
Rushed
Posted byMercedes MoorePosted inPoemsTags:devastating, heart, love, poems, poetry, reason, relationships, rushed, writing
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Hi, I'm Mercedes Moore. I'm a stay-at-home mom of two, author, and fitness professional. My main goal, however, is to connect with other moms and provide a safe space for us to grow and learn together. View more posts
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