Looking in the mirror
I forget how to smile,
thinking, will you smile again,
though we're strangers in this world.
Scars appeared during nights,
feeling a weird freedom.
I want to keep all we dreamed,
writting down letters to our hearts,
never sending to each other.
YOU ARE READING
Fall's Games
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...
