The longing throb for the old day
and the desire to crawl back the time
I've been nothing but lonely
The emptiness seems increasing itself
All my mind and my body
manage to be settled,
but my soul screams another pathway
Maybe it's time to lose myself,
or maybe it's time to find the missing pieces
I was grey when I used to have you
Now I'm black and white without you..
Either counting to the days you'll come back
or just letting you go
—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.
