It doesn't matter whether you keep their messages and pictures or erase them.
They're still there, still exist.
They're recur in regular intervals,
To haunt you in your dreams,
In a moment of sipping your coffee or yawning to fall asleep.
The messages keep whispering into your ears,
And the pictures have been already tattooed on your heart;
Some make you grin from ear to ear and some drown your eyes with tears.
// True love is a privilege that makes you forgive your pain.
- 𝐒𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈. 🌻
YOU ARE READING
She writes // Not So Secret Diary.
PoetryList of poems ✨ People would think they're just separated letters and we collect them to form words and sentences,they have no idea that we bleed on papers to take out the pain out of our souls. - 𝐒𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈. 🌻
