All the moments spent together,
All that's left of what we called ours;
Every second, every minute,
And every passing hour.
Every feeling, every thought,
Everything behind bars;
All the touches, all the kisses,
All that's left of what we called ours.
YOU ARE READING
for the both of us
PoetryI loved him with all my heart, Even if he didn't care; I'll love him with all my heart, This, to myself, I swear.
