To left you
was the only thing
I was left to do
for I was too weak
to keep loving you.
YOU ARE READING
She
Poetry"A book is she that has countless pages, blood is her inks, and her pain writes." This story contains prose and short poetries that is all about a woman's point of view of love and life.
Too Weak
To left you
was the only thing
I was left to do
for I was too weak
to keep loving you.
