Goodbye is hard when you are the one who says it, the other slowly fades away with no words to spare
This is my goodbye
Written in a place you'll never see
In a Place you'll never find
But a place you'll know it's out there
Lost coming home to you.
YOU ARE READING
Finding Myself
PoesíaEvery felt tired, alone, and maybe lost? Same. Here's my thoughts on my journey Come be alone, lost and tired with me. Will keep updating
