We used to get into brigade conversations back in the day.
During these days, what happened?
My stories are an attempt to brighten the tone.
I felt as though you had forgotten about me when you replied.
All I want is to return to the time when we were great friends.
Yet just now, your conversations with me are blowing a chilly wind through me.
Winter was a season I never hated because you are my snow.
It appears from your actions that winter is no longer exists without snow anymore.
I have no more warmth as I leave this town. Let me die in the cold.
❤️🩹
28 April, 2024
YOU ARE READING
coeur blessé: THE LOST MANUSCRIPTS
شِعرMy enthusiasm for writing has sud3denly faded, like if my glass heart has broken into pieces that can never start again. I searched the depths of the sea, but all I could find was emptiness. I used to think that love might be golden, but now it's al...
