It's cold this summer afternoon, it's cold and it's because of your absence.
I have not felt your heat for so long and I need you.
Sometimes I feel you come back, but it's not like that, it's your memories in my mind.
I hate to remember you and not have you, I feel so much just seeing you when I look at the past.
ST♣️
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Lo que sea que intentamos olvidar
Poetry-Pequeños poemas que buscan expresar lo que no se puede decir abiertamente. -Todos son propios. ST ♣
