It's just like yesterday,
when we parted our ways.
I never expect to smell your same old smell again.
You didn't change in my eyes,
but you changed!
I'm acting the role of blind.
I came back,
seating on the other side,
a new stranger waiting for a glimpse of your smile.
YOU ARE READING
Hang - Leave
PoesíaHanging for something is a choice and it depends; if you will leave or if they will leave you. (c) Kit Sandoval for the wonderful Cover 😎
