Whenever I was blue,
It was to me, you flew.
The only thing my shattered pieces can now do,
Is write to you.
You may have withdrew,
But my aching love will remain true.
Dying,
Margo.
YOU ARE READING
𝔹𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕓𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕠
Poesía𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝘂𝘀𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. . . 𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹, 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗼 "And maybe my words will s...
