The moments that I miss—
I wish I was still his.
Our conversations that won't last,
The day that seems too fast
The appreciation of our silence;
The joy in each other's presence
Those days that we were free—
'Till we let things be.
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...
