I lost
My life with u is over
I walk alone without your hold
As I simply die out
Life a burning candle
My eyes are red
And my face is wet
With all the tears I've shed
Just to lay in my bed
Thinking about the days
Where we were happy
About the days
That we were sad
I still think of you
Just not they way I want to
YOU ARE READING
The poet of thorns
PoetryThis is my poetry book full of poems that I wrote out of anger, sadness, etc. I hope you all like it
