You were standing there like a rock.
You claimed your heart was stone cold.
But then, didn't i always be the one who collects all the little stones and rocks?
YOU ARE READING
You, Me, and Us
PoetryFor all the things i wish i have the courage to say, and for all the things i took for granted. This is me, laying my open soul in front of you.
stone
You were standing there like a rock.
You claimed your heart was stone cold.
But then, didn't i always be the one who collects all the little stones and rocks?
