I can't shut my mind off and it's been weeks. The thoughts of you smiling and that I'm not the reason has sicken me up. If only the time would rewind itself, and if only nights were never made for us to sleep by. The reasons I can't have you now seem unclear to me. And when I pray, I'm not worth the answers anymore. Who am I to live to the hill? And who am I to dream to fly? I guess I'll never learn. Even after the world ends itself, and when our story has been told to die already, to me it'll be just another facade of living.
—Zayn
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CHARCOAL - ziam
FanfictionThe aftermath of a young poet, Zayn and a not much younger doctor, Liam's affair. - - - - - - - All poetries are originally written by the writer.
