return to where you were
come back like you were
we were so inseparable
we were so young
you took part of my heart
you took part of my brain
and I remain here now
with my memories
with bruises on his arms
and my cheeks consumed with salty tears
memories are part of me, but also of you
what do I do with these?
I should meet you
I should see you
I should talk to you
YOU ARE READING
Write? Write
PoetryUna raccolta di una sorta di "poesie" o meglio sfoghi. Spero che apprezzerete🌌 I purple you!
