He's permanent ink.
I can't erase.
Memories of him.
I think about it each day.
He'll go without a trace.
Only leaving me
With the aftertaste.
YOU ARE READING
Written in the Paper
PoesíaA series of feelings and unspoken thoughts. All poems/paragraphs written by me, myself, and I. A chaos of feelings I can only express through words. Enjoy. #438 In Poetry [8/20/16] #260 In Poetry [8/22/16] #102 In Poetry [9/0...
