Later that night, after a few weeks
You told me, "I love you", " I miss you"
How can I believe it was true ?
When telling jokes is not new to you
Then you smiled at me,
Like nothing ever happened
You carried on your days,
Like you didn't hurt me
And maybe they were right—
You're always like that
YOU ARE READING
Through My Window
PoetryThis book is full of thoughts that comes... In the middle of the night when I'm glad to be awake while others are not. In silence when my thoughts in my head are louder In busy streets when I find silence in me and through my window where I can see...
