MOVE ON.
When He said he loved me,
I tried loving him back.
When I was finally able to love him back,
He disappeared into the dark clouds.
Wanting him back is like,
Watering a dead plant.
It's never gonna come back to life.
Losing him is like,
the moon losing all it's light.
Moving on is the only thing left,
But healing takes time.
YOU ARE READING
dear beloved.
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. I hope this book feels like a warm hug for a broken soul. Let's dive into the world of words where you never want to come back. DO NOT REPOST MY WORK WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.
