Your voice, your fucking voice. It was the only sound that I will put on repeat day by day. Even when you were only telling me lies, cause you made them sound so sweet.
Those beautiful lips and how they verbalize, I can't get out of my mind the sound of your voice, so pure and precious. I used to love how you talked to me, the way you made me feel special only with words.
Now it's only a memory, a painful and beauty memory that I have of you.
YOU ARE READING
Ocean eyes.
PoetryMe dijo que no confiara en él, que no esperara algo más de su parte, que resultaría en traición. Pero la niña ingenua quizo creer que era diferente y ahora trata de desahogarse con estupideces.
