THE LAST TEXT.
The last text I sent you, wasn't really to know about your whereabouts
but just to keep our conversation alive,
Not because I love you, but just to keep my excitement alive,
Those hidden glances at you, our awkward crossbys,
just to keep my joy alive,
it's not about you, not at all,
not until you choose me before all.
YOU ARE READING
POEMS
PoetryJust some random scribbles :) *Poems written from past, present, and further days to come. *Poem journaling.
