the person i once knew
is somewhere inside you.
where did you go?
we're now strangers
with a past that lingers.
tell me what am i to do
with this left over love i have for the old you.
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrywritten poems that my heart whispered to my broken hands as they typed at eerie hours of the night.
disappeared
the person i once knew
is somewhere inside you.
where did you go?
we're now strangers
with a past that lingers.
tell me what am i to do
with this left over love i have for the old you.
