time flies so fast, like this feeling won't ever lasts.
an innocent looking smile that i had in the past,
won't be the same after the long days of crash.
but my heart is still beating,
just like the song i wrote before the healing.
but what is this healing for?
if this feeling won't lasts forever?
YOU ARE READING
My Dream Wisteria: Prose and Poetry
Poetrywe learn and grow, we were born to die. so i'll take this moment to write, as the wisteria grow inside.
