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
PoesiaI 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.
