days of silence,
weeks of silence,
months of silence.
will i ever get over you?
time is bittersweet.
i hurt more as it fleets.
i hurt less as it fleets.
for i have lost you,
but i have found me.
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poesíamy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.
