"The common passion we shared,
Is no longer there,
The smiles and laughter we had,
I no longer care,
The memories we had,
Linger in my head,
I hope that one day I'll forget,
I wish we had never met,
For me to stop weeping in regret.
YOU ARE READING
Talking To Myself
PoésiePoems I write while talking to myself Whispering words that won't make sense, A part of my life is a mess, And I don't think writing poems will fix the rest."
