Because some days
All she ever did was sit down
And think about him
Even when she knew
In his mind she was long gone
And forgotten
But such was the hope that she held
Onto love
YOU ARE READING
This is me most of the time
PoesíaDo you ever sit back and think why some things happen? Why some people come into your life? Well... That's me all the time. Love, growth, pain, hurt, friendship and a lot more. I really do hope you enjoy
