Eyes are red
they need to meet yours ,
i can only feel that
they're feeling pain of your longing
and they're dry to cry
because there's no more tears left ,
i enjoy thinking about the way i was
but you abounded me here
with the bleeding scars
and the remnants of your memory,
sometimes i feel the need of letting you go
but I try to make your love to fade,
but every second of every day,
I feel like my heart is trying to revive those butterflies that died inside me,
as if you will come back tomorrow,
and we both know that we will not return, either to break or to abandon .
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 .
