Here I am again.
Sitting at the same table.
In the same chair.
With the same person.
Nothing has changed.
Yet everything has changed.
We have changed.
Our lives have changed.
We've moved on from each other.
And all that remains are the whispers of memories
From days past.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
