I love her.
it was the thought I kept hushing for almost half a year. It was something I kept on a jar and buried underneath the ground hoping it will one day die.
Only to watch how it started taking life and started to grow.
YOU ARE READING
POETRY THAT STAYS
PoesiaYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
