I will never be the same. After you.
After all we have been through.
After how easily you made me see.
How Irreplaceable I can be.
Love will always be like that. Isn't it ?
Consuming you unto the last bit.
Without assurance of how the end will be.
If you'll be shattered to pieces or happy.
YOU ARE READING
Meng
PoetryOriginal poems I wrote when everything seems too overwhelming and I have no one to talk to
