I never knew it was still so
Despite it happening long ago
Your heart is an isolated land
That was filled with endless snow
Tough may it be
Searching for a needle in the sea
Giving up is not my style
That's completely not me
Once, twice, thrice
That's more than will suffice
Broken shards surrounding it
To venture in, what's the sacrifice
YOU ARE READING
Us
PoetrySomething I hope will help others (especially Carlotta). Things may not meant to be. Let it go, write it down, say it out and you will feel much better.
