Every book or poem I read that has a love interest, I imagine us,
My tears fall down my cheeks onto the pages,
I imagine how things could've been,
I wonder what if our lives were a story?
I'd write us so beautifully.
YOU ARE READING
Love and The Death of Me
PoesiaReader beware, for not all you read is pure happiness. In these pages are the words of a sad boy who copes with his depression by writing sadder words.
