I won't ask you to stay,
And don't say it's up to fate,
It's on our hands, it's up to us,
What road we'd like to take.
YOU ARE READING
Talking To Myself
PuisiPoems I write while talking to myself Whispering words that won't make sense, A part of my life is a mess, And I don't think writing poems will fix the rest."
It's up to us
I won't ask you to stay,
And don't say it's up to fate,
It's on our hands, it's up to us,
What road we'd like to take.