I see that..
She's doing well,
She's doing everything she wanted to do,
I'm happy for her.
I knew with me,
She would be getting no where
Nothing to accomplish.
Although,
Her taste buds
Is like a cycle.
The cycle
Where
One day she wants it.
Another day she don't.
Moving forward
Was your fear.
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...
