I missed writing your name on every pale page. The way each stroke of the pen speaks of my affection towards you. Yet now, my pen rests, untouched. The ink dried up, and so is my love.
I Missed Writing You
I missed writing your name on every pale page. The way each stroke of the pen speaks of my affection towards you. Yet now, my pen rests, untouched. The ink dried up, and so is my love.
