I still wake up in the morning with the thought of you, with the hope of you coming back.
I still wait for a knock on our door everyday; for a familiar face, for your voice saying "I love you."
And I still visit the places where we had been before hoping you're there.
You see,
I can't stop
loving you
even if our
love story is over
it was over a long,
long time ago.
YOU ARE READING
POETRY THAT STAYS
PoesiaYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
