The eyes I'd once loved,
Hold now, so much hate.
What changed?
I'll never know.
For you hold her hand
And walked past me.
As I stand there wondering,
What's wrong? How? When?.....
But I know to my unasked questions,
I'll never get the answers.
Because I know this time it's finally,
Finally over!
And I'm done trying too!
- borntowinash
YOU ARE READING
Everlasting
Poetry"Only moths can understand the pleasure of burning in the flame" (Started:- 24 - January - 2019) (Completed:- 22 - March - 2019)
