Your words keep running through my head
They are scars on my brain
I know they will fade but
I have a feeling they will always be there
I can't help but wonder if
I will ever be more then
A piece of what could have been
(we were, then we weren't)
From: Hanako.
YOU ARE READING
letters unsent.
PoetryI'm going to fall a lot before I learn to fly. (The recent poems are better.) -------- .˚ ᵎ┊͙ ⋆*☁️ ⓒ fallen-spector
