I really,
Really, hope
Our paths cross again.
I miss you everyday,
And each time the sun rises,
It hurts more than the last.
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry of a Soul Who Doesn't Know Where They Quite Belong
PoesíaAs you read this, i ask that you read this. Don't skim through it, but take a second and read it. To my dear readers, Thank you for reading this poetry book. It means something, no it means everything. Please let me know if you wish for more, Beca...
When the Sun Rises
I really,
Really, hope
Our paths cross again.
I miss you everyday,
And each time the sun rises,
It hurts more than the last.
