Scattered pictures of you and me,
Lie on the floor in secrecy.
It still feels like yesterday
When you were here with me;
Now, I'm stuck with old memories
No one knows I reminisce.
OM. 04172019.
YOU ARE READING
When You're Not Looking
PoesiaFor the love of poems, proses, words, and stuffs. Just a girl who wished to conquer the heights with love but less of your prejudice. I write rhymes so you can hear my heart. I write them as the whirling thoughts escaping my mind. So if you happ...
