Days had passed, time is running.
slowly....
Faster....
Until it's already the end...
Our last words...
it was not goodbye,
but, I WILL MISS YOU!
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoezjaLove comes in many forms. Sometimes we don't see it by our own eyes; sometimes we don't feel what's suppose to feel. Sometimes has become Always. Always has become Never. Never has become Forever. (collection of random free verse poetry)
