An unfinished book from a resting author is like a relationship with unanswered questions that ended quietly...
...No Assurance, No Continuation nor An End to be found.
Like how you walked away from me.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpt from A Book He'll Never Know It Exists
Poetryhere I scribe the words I couldn't tell, for I am coward and tongue tied when I am faced to you. this I write when I feel and missed your love longing and lingering every time my heart beats. To G, who keeps me going and making my works beautiful. D...
