Why can't you miss me like I do?
Why can't you love me like I do?
Why?
I ask myself,
But I don't blame you,
I wouldn't fall for me either.
(m)
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts in words.
PoetryThese 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...
Blames.
Why can't you miss me like I do?
Why can't you love me like I do?
Why?
I ask myself,
But I don't blame you,
I wouldn't fall for me either.
(m)
