it was 10 at night
i was crying for our fight
i was craving for your time
all i know is that you will never came
that you'll forget our night
forget our fight
forget our promises
and you may think this is the cheesiest I've ever made
because it is
i'm not good at writing
i'm not good at poetry
and i will never be good enough for you
YOU ARE READING
youth
PoesíaAnd if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones. - - since nobody knows me let me share my feelings
