but we just never seem to work, everytime we try, we just never seem to work, i have no explanation for why, all i know is that it's cruel, having something so great then not having it, it's sadistic almost, but i'm a poet, so i put it all in word, every tear i could've shed for you, i shed them in between these pages, i mourn for our love with pen and paper, i heal from you with a song.
YOU ARE READING
Until she was happy
PoésieHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
