Love is exhausting sometimes, when you wait and wait- then he never comes.
You hear the door slum shut-hard. Then you feel the tears fall, softly rushing down your cheeks.
Your lips quiver, and you can't think.
You hate it. It hurts.
Yet, you still love him, no matter how much it pains you.
YOU ARE READING
TEARDROPS
PoesiaJust Words. Random words that cut you deep. This is my world- and I'm a broken piece of artwork.
