I ran in the bathroom
Sat on the floor
Covered my mouth with my hand
...and cried my heart out silently
I thought I'd die for breathing
so hard
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% (...
