Chosen

Chosen

By Allie Marie

In a room without windows,

you whisper secret compliments.

I’m chosen with no regrets.

There is such little time left.

I haven’t learned to properly say “Hi”

never mind goodbye.

I think you know this.

You say it with a smirk on you lips.

Greatness disappears under our breaths.

Maybe we were made to forget.

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