In my life,
Every person will have a line,
A line that set a border,
That gave two spaces,
Between me and me.
But you don't,
You don't have those line,
So you keep getting further inside me
and left
Leaving me behind
with your traces all over my heart,
And traces become a scars,
And again, I need a times to heal.
YOU ARE READING
Ink & Paper
PoetryEvery thoughts, words, and feelings that I failed to said... It's all in this paper.
