I've been on a journey of finding myself ever since you left.
You took a part of me.
I want it (you) back.
YOU ARE READING
Being between life and death
PoetryYou, holder of chaos, have the ability to make it look like beauty.
You took a piece of me.
I've been on a journey of finding myself ever since you left.
You took a part of me.
I want it (you) back.