You are my surroundings
and my rare city
that no one else will visit,
you are everything
I was seeking in my luck of love,
you are the truth of everything
and the rest are delusion ,
you are the one who i will
not be satisfied with,
but I have had enough of it,
you are my healing,
my sadness and joys,
You are sincere love,
but the time was a false,
the days between us were like to get the euphoria of the drugs you are taking for the first time,
and you were my favorite drug and I will not feel with anyone the last way I felt with you , when my eyes met yours .
YOU ARE READING
Dear You...
Puisiletters 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 .
