UNMADE BED
In the unmade bed
Pillow scattered
Sheets all wrinkled
Shirts on the floor
Memories of the nights before
Before you left me alone
I beg for you to answer your phone
Yet you had set up your pride
Your doings, I could no longer abide
Now I think, my love for you had died
YOU ARE READING
Words I Should've Said ||Poetry||
Poesía•Words that had stuck in my tongue. Now being release. I hope this gives me peace•
