You held my hand, oh so tight, all eyes upon us.
Idolised.
But when the skies came falling down you were nowhere to be found.
My heart filtering through the cracks of what used to be, why have you left me?
Your memory no longer provides comfort to my soul; the thought of your whole love no longer makes me whole.
YOU ARE READING
Which one is about you?
PoetryA collection of poems I have put together; topics are mostly about love, heartbreak and the reality of our generation.
