I cry for you,
Every night,
I think about
The way in which you cannot truly tell
How much you love someone
Until they're gone.
YOU ARE READING
The madness of human emotion
PoetryFor someone that writes poetry, this description is terrible. These are my emotions. Read that on if you want.
the death of love
I cry for you,
Every night,
I think about
The way in which you cannot truly tell
How much you love someone
Until they're gone.
