Isn't it ironic?
We spend so much time finding the perfection song, making playlists for someone
Yet we are all alone at the end of the night
When will we finally realise we are our own saviours?
YOU ARE READING
𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲
Poetry𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑠 Peek into the soul of a person who can express feelings only by writing
