Maybe I'll stop writing for the pages seem worn out from the tears that keep falling.
Maybe I'll stop expecting for my pride keeps hitting the bottom every single time.
Maybe I'll stop for my heart can't keep up with the pace anymore.
Because as long as tears keep falling and hearts keep breaking,
Isn't it letting go the first thing you would do?
YOU ARE READING
What's in your Head?
PoetryLet me fill your pages with words I am keeping. Let me turn your pages into something worth reading.
