He was beauty,
He was grace
He wouldn't leave me in any place.
He promised,
but he lied.
Now all the flowers here are dry
He left,
He went away.
He left without a word to say.
Summer came,
Winter went by,
He left me clueless,
he left without a single goodbye
BINABASA MO ANG
Words Left Unsaid | Poetry
Thơ ca#1 Crazy minds, twisted stories, broken hearts and crying souls; craved for poems to be read and told ; (6/11/18) ❤ #2 (03/18/18) ❤ #5 (12/8/19)
