The pictures are in trash
The candy covers are burned
The poems are torn into pieces
But why am I still left alone
In this river of memories
Holding onto the last pieces of him
YOU ARE READING
Everything That I love and Hate
PoetryThese are just some random stupid midnight poems I wrote
River
The pictures are in trash
The candy covers are burned
The poems are torn into pieces
But why am I still left alone
In this river of memories
Holding onto the last pieces of him
