And now you're alone.
All alone.
The people around you
May as well not be there.
You are quiet
You are tired.
You miss him.
But he was never yours.
YOU ARE READING
:: Incandescent ::
PoetryShe looked at the stars, and the stars looked back. Trigger warning, I suppose. After all, it is just my thoughts...
Alone
And now you're alone.
All alone.
The people around you
May as well not be there.
You are quiet
You are tired.
You miss him.
But he was never yours.
