It's been 3 days,
but we were still the same.
Playing the same old game,
Burning out the flame.
Why can't you see?
Why can't you feel?
Everything is not alright.
Mid August,
You have seen all of my flaws.
You have love me the most.
You've left a scar from your claws.
Why can't you see?
Why can't you feel?
Everything is not alright.
I hate to think this way,
Should I leave, or should I stay?
YOU ARE READING
elegies: from the diary
PoetryI turned my diary into a bunch of poetry-a set of poetry and songs for the person who was important to me. Sometimes in life, we meet a person who would re-write our future and include them in it. A perfectly well-done story that you both are writin...
