Of The Better
Things aren't betterAt least its not what I can say.
Yes.
I'm better....
In a way.
And you've started a new life.
One without me.
And I asked you,
"Are you at least happy?"
I don't think you really know.
But I'm a Taurus
And I refuse to let you go.
My little Scorpio.
If you're happy
Then its okay.
I can leave it at this
But promise me
You're happy.
Make it true.
Be in love.
Love someone
and one day
I can see you
And honestly say
"He's happy."
And make it okay.
"I loved him once."
Or so I'll say.
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