All these days
And all these nights
I was thinking
And hopingAll this time
You left me wondering
I was dreamingAnd when I almost
Had given up
Things were changedEverything
I thought
And hoped
Might be becoming true
Because
You might like me
Too
YOU ARE READING
Leftovers
PoetryLeftovers Leftovers of me Every story has a piece A piece of my heart