It was his lips pressed against mine, and my lips breathing your name, instead.
- I am a traitor.
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems
PoetryIt's all composed of my tears, smiles, fears, my dark days, my happy days and the days, and these poems are all that kept me together. Dedicated to those who left, and even those who stayed through out.
Traitor.
It was his lips pressed against mine, and my lips breathing your name, instead.
- I am a traitor.
