I was searching for air
I sat near the window
But you sat below where I was sitting
My heart is beating so fast
It's pounding so hard
Ugh!Heart,please,be fucking still!
YOU ARE READING
He's Not Coming Back
PoetryDear heart, why him? This book is not a story,it is my thoughts that I wanted to be left unsaid.Words that I can't tell him,thoughts about him.....the painful ones. P.S. Some words or phrases here are not mine,got it from everywhere.Maybe 15%/100% (...
