But at the end of the night,
I woke up with you, whose hand loosed in mine.
Remembering how things gone fine
until my heart got blind and realized
that what you felt was never in line.
YOU ARE READING
"Bleeding But Beating"
ПоэзияPoems, Prose, Thoughts that may capture your hearts. It may bleed but the important thing is, it still beats. Find yourself, love and let go if needed, see your smile instead.
