Will we be still the same?
After years, after days
I dont know what to say
It's a mystery locked under the pain.
But what I know for sure
Is that there is not a cure,
For the love that I felt
For the sparkles that we've sheared.
YOU ARE READING
Still Dreaming
ПоэзияOur paths crossed for a brief second, a second that held a lifetime. As quick as it came it went, just as the light turned green.
