Who made me cry every night
with my face on the pillow,
couldn't wake up in the morning.
Who made me ask myself
if it's our love good,
in the moments when were worst.
Who made me wait in vain
for dreams I didn't dream on..
Who made me think happy ends exist..
YOU ARE READING
Words Painted Blue
Poetry✦I am on the other side of the Earth, clutch in arms the pillow case, waiting for the heart to calm down, because I'm not capable to admit that I can't bother you with my questions, to show you I am not a little girl, that I can ask you about your f...
