Letting go
at first was not easy.
Many many nights
My pillow filled with wet hot tears
As I looked at the ceiling
And whispered
"This is hard."
But just like the song that everyone knew.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it could be this hard.
And it is,
Hard.
YOU ARE READING
Veni, Vidi, Amavi.
PoetryI come, I saw, I loved. - A paragraph of words, described with a sprinkle of affection, a tablespoon of happiness, three teaspoons of tears, and a lot more. Not exactly a poetry but, can't say it's not a poetry either. 2017©Fauzialiefa A...
