We yell
We scream
We talk it out and sort out our hell
But then the next day it happens again
When you leave forever
Will we talk again
Or will your response be "never"
And will you leave us wondering how you are
I don't understand your thoughts
But when we talk it through we are the same
I miss you while you are still here Nay.
YOU ARE READING
I don't know what this is
PoesíaI really don't. My attempt at spilling my guts but not letting anyone know what I'm talking about. Code names used, these aren't real names.
