it was real though, wasn't it?
our love,
- everything.
we could talk for hours that never seem to end, where tomorrow doesn't exists
but now i stand here, alone
wondering if you'll come back,
maybe tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
carve my heart with your name - poetry
Poetrydrain my essence entirely if you must, but leave me the echoes of your touch ⚔ ༉‧₊˚. ˚₊‧꒰ა ❦︎ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ જ⁀➴ credits book cover 𖹭 pinterest & unknown original artist poetry collection 𖹭 original writer - mye ⋅˚₊‧ ୨ notice ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ please do not copy an...
