I kept counting the stars,
Waiting for you.
I kept believing in the words which were never spoken by you.
It's always been easy for you to leave
And maybe you'd never know the pain I feel.
All your little deeds affect me,
Why the things between us aren't clear?
I wonder if you realize that I'm faking a smile,
Deep down all I know is you're not mine.
It's been one year, six months, 12days.
And I'm still holding onto you 💕
YOU ARE READING
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RastgeleIt includes all the writings I wrote at the time having all kinds of mood swings . Seriously , mood swings destroy you from the inside but give you the ability to write on various situations by just over thinking about it .
