If it gets more sadder I couldn't take it anymore
This antispation kills me
Afraid it would keep my heart torn
Yet why do I wanna get get hurt
Craving this pain
With a bit inside who looks the other
Non are good anyway
YOU ARE READING
Follow the dying
Poetry"I cried over dreams I thought were real." { HR:- #14 } Copyright © thetaniatariq2017 #1 - sadteen ~ all poems are mine.
