The last time I painted my nails white,
With you and I ending up the story we write.
Pushing to the limits, it isn't right,
Going separate ways, pushing us to get out of our both sight.
I'm not happy with this,
Don't leave me, please.
Come back in my arms again,
Let's just forget the pain.
Those are the words that I couldn't say,
It's a little to late to start over after May.
My love for thee still stray,
I don't want you to go away.
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...
