I've longed for you
on nights that go on and on
but now
your face is nothing but a blur
a memory fading away.
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅? | ✅
PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
Fade away.
I've longed for you
on nights that go on and on
but now
your face is nothing but a blur
a memory fading away.
