You're my disease and my healing,
and how can two contradictory things
meet you?
I saw it possible with you
while I see the impossible now
and as if you were the unforgivable sin
and as if you were forbidden
from everything allowed,
tell me if your heart was
beating very quickly
when you just think about talking to me
as it happens to me now and every day?
You are the thing that I can't stop
as if you were a deep sea
and when I hold on
to the ship to survive
you pull me to your bottom,
I'm not well but I need to forget you.
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 .
