It's been a while since the last time I wrote about you. It's been a while since the last time I saw you. I heard that you're doing fine without me.
I think you found somebody else, so... It's time to let you go, I need to be free of your memory. I don't wanna dance with the ghost of you. I just wanna feel again.
This is the last time that I'll be thinking about you. I loved you, but now I'll paint you wings and I'll set you free.
Thanks for beeing a time-bomb in my life.

YOU ARE READING
Ocean eyes.
PoetryMe dijo que no confiara en él, que no esperara algo más de su parte, que resultaría en traición. Pero la niña ingenua quizo creer que era diferente y ahora trata de desahogarse con estupideces.