We were, too close to the stars,
It's your voice ringing inside my ears.
Though it's not something, I'll complain about.
Because your voice was where ended all of my doubts.
It's silly, how hard I've fallen since the day one,
I wish, I was special to you, more than that someone.
Brown eyes, pretty lies, always remind me of you,
Because you're my ocean painted blue.
YOU ARE READING
Pieces of her
Poetry✎ᝰ ── ⎙ PIECES OF HER ── Sharing some pieces of mine here; Probably you can relate? But I'd hope no one relates to it, Though I badly want someone to say that 'You weren't alone, Nia; I've felt like that too' ᥫ᭡ written by @nxxratz_ .ೃ࿐
