Three hundred sixty five days
and still remembering your face
It's been a year,
yet I still remember every single tear.
I knew this would take long,
cause I remember you in every song.
I always stayed up late,
knowing you're with another date.
People knew this was my spot
I've been here a lot---
to the place where you tear up my heart.
You left me broken
I hope you ay least left pieces of my broken heart
so I can mend it,
but you didn't.
YOU ARE READING
The unsaid poems
Poesía" it takes a pen, paper and a lot of heartaches for you to feel your pain and soul collide." xyz
