You don't even miss me,
Do you even care?
Do you ever cry about me?
Do you ever regret leaving me?
Do you even think about me?
I know you don't.
YOU ARE READING
Efflorescence
ПоэзияEverywhere my tears spill, Are buds that are trying to grow. Every bud to be bloomed , Holds an essence of my tears. The path that I've traveled, Leave trails of buds to be bloomed, I've come too far and it's too late, To runaway before this Efflor...
