That we are meant for each other,
But seems like destiny plays it's stupid game,
A game where we can't both stay.
You fell out of love,
While I grew tired,
We start hurting each other,
And our hearts starts crumbled.
The love story we started,
Already reach its ending,
It wasn't the ending we expected,
It hurts but we should just accept and continue living.
YOU ARE READING
What's behind my Ink
عشوائيThis book are compose of my own poems, it may contain my own feelings, situation or from others.
