I thought I'd see your name on the very last page of my epilogue,
but it's sad to know you're just another chapter in my story that I have to permanently close. Oh the human heart; it changes so swiftly,
it reforms abruptly. You loved me good night, only to wake up without a good morning— just your sudden goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
POETRY THAT STAYS
PoesíaYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
