the end is never actually the end.
such as the end of a book, theres always another book to open.
such as the end of the road, theres always another road to venture to.
such as the end of song, theres always another song to listen to.
such as the end of us, theres always another us. somewhere.
ill see you later, love.
HP
YOU ARE READING
h i s p o e t r y ;
Poesiapoetry ? a bipolar love story, to say the least. *some poetry about myself mixed in*
