Already Through
Memories I hide
Are worth a treasure;
A silly ray of hope
For our future.
Memories I remember,
Hurt me like forever;
Like the first day of November
Which went by like the other.
Memories I keep,
Reminds me of you.
How we almost made it,
But it was already through.
AT. 06242019.
YOU ARE READING
When You're Not Looking
PoesíaFor 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...
