I kept knocking
You kept ignoring
I wanted to be found out
You wanted to be burried down
I wanted to be loved
You wanted to be hated
I was a love story
You were a disaster
I never cared
For anyone but you
You loved, you chose,
Not me but death
YOU ARE READING
" A Burnt Diary ".
Poetry"When you don't know what to do, Look up the sky and ask why it's blue".
