Upon such passive hand
He had ensnared me in his clutch,
Had made it all as foreign as the distant land
And then pretended as if we had never been such.
If you look inside, you'll find
No spine, to help you stand
YOU ARE READING
Hopelessly
Thơ caThe difference between this time and others, Is that they were all wrong. This feeling keeps me up at night Because it once felt so right. But it took me so long To find out I was wrong. And there you go again, Pulling at heartstrings. Once again, c...
