A love
There is a love I remember,
In the garden that never dies
Whose eyes I could never stop staring,
And lips I imagined kissing
His arms that looks like home,
In the past that could never bloom
For he walked away
the day I came back my way
YOU ARE READING
Just Go, Never Beg
PoésieWords from the heart, little Poetry mixed with an art. Love that never fades, Stand Fight and be Quiet never be like Hades.
