In a place of a thousand hearts,
I could've look to the left,
But I choose right.
If I only knew in that time,
I would never looked at you.
Time made me see,
I choose you,
but you never even looked at me.
To the left until the right,
I've choose wrong.
YOU ARE READING
memories of a broken heart
Poetryi'm writing a lot of stuff lately that I think is called poetry (well, for me is just sadness turned into words, but, whatever), i decided to post them here :)
