3:15am
Late night drive,
Not realising;
It was the last time.
The peacefulness
Of the city
As we drove pass.
I was clueless,
You had the guilt
Yet still hid it-
'Morning after'
We sing along.
A moment I will always cherish.
"When you come back, I'd like to show you this place"
The reality was there was no return for you.
You could of told me.
It was the last.
I was ready to wait,
I was looking forward to us.
TheEnd.
YOU ARE READING
that's Y I wrote iT.
PoetryDrink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember bei...
