"Don't forget me," my voice weak.
"I won't." He promised.
With his words, I can't seem to fathom how I can fall in love with him more.
It was that promise that urge me to fight this illness in me.
But it was that same promise broke me.
Like a bunch of forget-me-nots wilted and forgotten.
CZYTASZ
Starlight and Supernovas
PoetryA collection of amateur poetry. I believe that language is so beautiful that it can be likened to the infinite beauty of the celestial skies.
