You leaving me,
Was not the end.
It was the beginning,
Of something new,
Of something life changing.
I risked through it all,
To feel the awakening of my heart.
And don't worry,
Another rose will soon bloom in my garden,
To replace the one that lost all it's petals,
To replace the one that i wasted time watering.
YOU ARE READING
Culaccino
PoetryCulaccino~a mark left on a surface by the bottom of a wet glass. Last summer, You said you love me, You said you'll be there forever. Last summer, We held hands, We kissed. Now summer's gone, You too. If we ever see again, All I'll ever say is, Reme...
