I wanna tell you how I feel, but I'm scared. Scared of being hurt again. Scared of you not feeling the same way. Scared of falling harder. You understand me. You make me smile. Really smile. I never thought I'd like you the way I do. I had to stop myself before, but now I'm not strong enough to do that anymore.
YOU ARE READING
At the end of the day all we have is memories
ŞiirIf I can help someone with my writing then that's what I'll do I'll keep on writing
