Don't tell me you love me.
Don't tell me you'd kill to see me one more time.
Don't tell me you'd rather be by my side.
Don't tell me you miss my hands through your hair.
Don't tell me you miss the way I would breathe in the cold air.
Don't tell me you loved me from the start.
Don't tell me I broke your heart.
YOU ARE READING
The Swallows and the Sunsets
PoetryI tend to find meanings in things not intended to have one.
