he needed the girl who used to sleep with him for almost a year
i was hoping and praying i won't fall in love again
i don't know why i met him when i needed to breath
but i met him some time i knew he was trying not to lost another dream
YOU ARE READING
you used to be mine
Poetryi've been struggling to write. i couldn't eat well, read well, sleep well;but here i am once more with these poems/lyrics.
