The day it stopped was the day that my world ended. That day you left with no sweet words of wisdom, no loud voice telling me "I love you", nothing but the silence I had know before you. That do you just walked out the door with all of my heart, you didn't even leave a little piece for the next one I love. You had been the reason I stopped my living the life I was meant to, you had stolen more than just my breath, you stole my heart and soul and everything in between. I loved you but you never loved me. That is the day all the music stopped, that is when I started to listen to my own music.
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The Way I Think
PoetryWhy do we keep the thoughts in our heads when we should share them? Is it because they hurt, or maybe they will hurt others. These are just a couple of ways i think. WARNING: There might be sexual content, vulger language and other things that may...
