My heart is in my throat...
So many things left unsaid,unfinished.
I embrace myself instinctively in the sheets laced with his lingering scent.
YOU ARE READING
WORDS left UNSAID
Poetrysometimes the words left unsaid are the loudest in someone else's mind---) This book is full of sad poems which will make you cry. And so many words left unsaid. 🎖️ #8 - wordsleftunsaid
