The way we walk was like walking on glass,
Memories that come and pass.
You once meant a lot to me,
Now this time around it isn't the same.
I once gave you my all,
You never returned my call.
Your voice and laugh haunt the back of my mind,
Forever lost in the wind.
YOU ARE READING
Don't Speak
PoetryA collection of poetry I've been writing from when I was 14 till now.
