I had loved you in a way more than how I love to sleep; more than you could ever know and noticed.
Maybe this is the perks of being in love. Realizing that they wouldn't love you back but still giving your all.
And yes, I still love you, more than I could ever thought that loving is hurting myself too.
YOU ARE READING
POETRY THAT STAYS
ŞiirYou 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...
