Every time I miss you,
I feel pricks in my heart
as if it's trying to extract your love from it,
but it fails to do so.
Every time my mind decides to stop thinking about you,
it gets deeper,
I think of you deeply
and I can't get to the superficiality
of it because I'm about to reach the end
and I know that
you won't be with me in this end,
so I'll make you a dwelling in my heart that you live warmly.
YOU ARE READING
Dear You...
Poetryletters and feelings written in this book in the form of a blame or a little longing , feeling worried about a love story that didn't work and ended from the beginning hurt , but what hurts the most is waiting for someone that will never come back .
