Saying goodbye was hard enough,
A gunshot through my chest.
Meeting after ages was a relief,
A bandage over the wound.
Being separated again was destructive,
A knife to my heart, sinking deeper and deeper and deeper and.....
YOU ARE READING
The word spill of a messed up mind.
PoetryAs the title suggests, its basically just a bunch of poems or snippets that pop up in my head. ❤ You are that best selling poetry I never got to write, but could only read and fall in love in love with. ❤
