all this time
trying to get back
to the love we had
when some hearts
are better left
d e s e r t e d
YOU ARE READING
permanently unfinished.
Poetrywe write our feelings on paper because we have no one to turn to when our vision is blurred by tears and our chests are crushed with sadness.
deserted.
all this time
trying to get back
to the love we had
when some hearts
are better left
d e s e r t e d
