people might grow on other people,
they might love each other so,
they might let the love allow
but me, I got no one now
YOU ARE READING
tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
i got no one now-sixty five
people might grow on other people,
they might love each other so,
they might let the love allow
but me, I got no one now
