there was a girl
came to me without any knowledge
of languange.
she talks with her eyes,
and greets with her lips.
so we made our own languange,
and our own culture—
our hearts were the law, our bed was a country,
and our border was the moon.
unfortunately, time shows no mercy on us,
then she left me with no words because the only real word we know is love.
but she will never know
it's me who spent years learning how to say goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
despite all the bitter words
Poetryit turns out that in the end, everything will be the same as others anyway, no matter how many times they convinced you that they will never do this to you, no matter how many tears you're going to shed about it, no matter how many songs you made th...
