Your lies hurt,
Is your love real?
But dear love please hold me close,
I don't want you to go away,
Just like he did.
Or is it my fault?
Is it me who doesn't know how to love?
YOU ARE READING
Efflorescence
PoetryEverywhere my tears spill, Are buds that are trying to grow. Every bud to be bloomed , Holds an essence of my tears. The path that I've traveled, Leave trails of buds to be bloomed, I've come too far and it's too late, To runaway before this Efflor...
