I know one day you'll brake my heart again,
and I'm not prepared to lose you.
You're the bright red flower in my black and white garden.
The only thing that makes me smile in this dark, depressing world.
And I can't seem to let go.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry ☹ Lukeyslaugh
Poetrypoetry ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a ge...
