we used to hold hands
for me that was enough
but it will never be for you.
one day,
you just kiss me goodbye
to hold another hand whom
can provide what i can't.
YOU ARE READING
LET ME WRITE, LET ME BREATHE.
PoetryWe speak different languages with different purposes but we have to always look back and reflect that our words can be a weapon. One of the main reasons why we let our words be heard and be written is that it could be our armor against the enemy, th...
