perhaps,
we were just meant
to break,
to rip,
to tear apart.
perhaps it was destined,
we were simply not meant
to know how it could have been.
YOU ARE READING
『ɴᴇғᴇʟɪʙᴀᴛᴀ』
Şiir˗ˏˋ nefelibata ˊˎ˗ (n.) ❝cloud walker; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not obey the conventions of society, literature, or art❞ ❀poetry by the author (that isn't really poetry)
