I have nothing left to say
Not to you anyway
It feels like we barely had a day
Even though it was at least twice I lay
In your bed, somewhere I wanted to stay
Throughout you kept asking me if I was okay
But now I bet it'll be through guilt that you'll pay
YOU ARE READING
Messages I Never Sent
PuisiJust a compilation of my thoughts. From messages I wrote but backed out of sending, to poetry I wrote on the spur of the moment.
