Its all in the game during the day.
The nights are hard to go by.
It hits me every damn dusk.
What you did.
What I did.
You decided to walk away from it.
You up and left.
Well I'm still standing right there.
And I'm still living among those memories,
Every night.
I haven't moved on.
I don't know how to.
YOU ARE READING
Echo of Thoughts
PuisiPoetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that hurt. It is a matter of life not just a matter of language... Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry....
