When it all ends,
And you walk out of my life,
As if nothing ever happened,
I wonder,
How I'll find the strength,
To collect the pieces,
Of a glass heart,
Made entirely out of you.
(m)
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts in words.
PoésieThese are pages full of words. Full of words meaningless for some, but for few full of feels. I hope you enjoy these words, that aren't here just to fill pages, but are here waiting for the few who dare to seek the meaning behind the shallow wall of...
