My best friend told me that I shouldn't be crying for someone like you, even when he knows how much it hurts when you lose somebody who was special for you.
I fake a smile every time he told me the same words, but the true is that when I'm alone, I feel how my skin touch the floor and once again the crying comes back, I feel how my world falls apart while I remember all those promised that once you made me.
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.
