I screamed his name, as it was the only thing I could do. Again and again.
But never did he once turned back.
He left.
He always did.
As it was the only thing he could do.
So I screamed again. Or was I crying ?
It didn't change anything.
He left. Again and again.
So I stopped. Screaming, crying. Probably loving too. And living.
And at that moment he came back.
Screaming my name as it was the only thing he could do.
But I didn't answered.
I left and never turned around.
As I always should have done.
And even if he came back again and again
It didn't changed anything.
I had moved on.
YOU ARE READING
Beloved sincerity
PoetryThose poems are wrote in English, but I must tell you that it isn't my first language. So grammatical or syntactical errors might occur. Still, enjoy your reading!
