It's been months, since we've talked last
Though it feels like it's been years.
Someday I don't feel the pain and others... I do. And it hurts like an 18 wheeler has ran over my heart.
Though I have days where there's no pain, I still think about you. Every. Damn. Day.
YOU ARE READING
Poems By Me(Mostly Dark Ones)
PoesíaThese are just poems I think of when I'm going through my day so I hope you guys enjoy
