Three months,
two weeks,
and five days.
That's how long it's been
since our eyes met,
our laughs echoed,
our hands held.
Three months,
two weeks,
and five days.
That's how long it's been
since I've heard from you,
laughed with you,
cried about you.
Three months,
two weeks,
and five days.
Yet it feels like yesterday.
YOU ARE READING
What I've Never Told You ✔
Poesía❝why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it?❞ ➢ a collection of poetry ∙ ∙ ∙ I stopped writing. There was no real reason for it, but for some reason, I just did. No words on paper anymore, no way to let my thoughts out. I kept eve...
