I remember how you once to tell me,
that you won't say anything,
any sweet, shooting things to make me stay.
but I wonder what are you gonna say now,
if I really,
desperately,
want to you leave.
will you finally said those sweet words?
so I'll stay?
but baby,
even if you did,
what makes you think I would?
- stay.
YOU ARE READING
After The Sunset
Non-Fictionyou came in waves, but you never stayed. --- dedicated to you, the one who makes me realize that it doesn't take a bullet to kill someone. © Copyrights Reserved
