A love that is shared by two
it's perhaps me and you
little by little, it fade
can you fix the wreckage we made?
So we let everything screw
there's nothing we can do
wish i could just heal it with first aid
but it slits deep that it'll take an age.
YOU ARE READING
The unsaid poems
Poetry" it takes a pen, paper and a lot of heartaches for you to feel your pain and soul collide." xyz
