I've known them for so many years.
We were doing our bdays together,
We were at the same age,
We were sharing everything to each other.
We were made for eachother.
We even express our feelings to ourselves,
To each other.
We laughed,
we cried,
we did every single thing together.
But I knew that day was about to come.
The day when we would left eachother.
Because of a bullsh*t.
But, loving you was easy,
It was leaving you that scarred.
You are 16,
But I'm still 12.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Povs (volume 1)
PoetryHers, hims, theirs POV. What is going on in our lives? Are some things questioning? This book is peoples' even aninals POVS of their lives! If you like overthinking you sould definetely read this book!
