My hands are getting cold
Longing for your hold
Touch me here and there
The cold, I can bear
But the pain
The memories of you
The first day I saw you
The night after you distance your self to me
I can no longer bear it
The pain is too much to handle
Do you still care?
YOU ARE READING
A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be
Poesía"And everything went pale when we decided to distance ourselves with each other."
