To the one I love
I'm sorry we are apart.
To the one who loves me
I'm trying to get out of myself.
For the meantime
Let's just let Karma have its Fair Share.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Letters
PoesiaWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
