Roaming around your heart was being happy and contented.
Being alone in it makes me not shiver in cold.
For the heat of our love, warms the coldest part of my body.
As time passes by, I got bored and unhappy.
That's when I can slowly see another person forming as my figure disappears.
Ah, it's not me in your heart anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Overdosed
PoetryA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
