When she's with him,
She smiles a little more,
She laughs a little more,
She goes crazy a little more,
She cries a little more,
She learns to love,
A little more each day,
And now she's afraid,
That when she loses him,
Her 'little more',
Shall turn,
To 'no more'....
-r.f.
I know it's shorter than the others (like me 😝).
YOU ARE READING
Epiphany.
Poésie"Why turn depression into suicide when you can turn it into something beautiful like poetry?" . -r.f.
