The room is echoing of memories,
We're laughing, it smells like strawberries.
Don't message me asking if I'm fine,
But i promise this is my last glass of wine..
I wish you stopped pretending that you care,
Don't play me like that , I know love is rare.
Cos After this bottle is empty,
Baby, I'm going back to reality.
YOU ARE READING
SILENT TEARS ✔️
PoetryGuys, I can't tell if I'm a sad writer or just a sad person. Enough about me. No one cares, right?? But I care about you enjoying the poems I've written for you *sobbing*. So grab a tub of ice cream and a box of tissues, and dive right into it! H...
