The trees are bare,
The shiver in the wind,
I walk along the promenade,
My footsteps drowned by the whistling wind,
I hear a ping above the dim,
I read the message from you,
It said I love you,
Why must you lie to me?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry and Monologues.
PoetryThis is just poems and Monologues I write, I've just starting writing and I am 14 years old so please no hate! :D
