next time we meet
it won't be you i see
but a memory from a place
i didn't belong in
and with every passing second
i lose more of you
and tomorrow
you'll be gone
YOU ARE READING
When the Leaves Fall Off
PoesíaI am not a poet, I'm just very angry. This is all the emotion I've kept inside for so long. This is me behind the masks. This is me when the leaves fall off.
memory
next time we meet
it won't be you i see
but a memory from a place
i didn't belong in
and with every passing second
i lose more of you
and tomorrow
you'll be gone
