We have this conversation that never ends it's about time to sleep but were still talking that hoping not to end and now months has past you've gone like ashes in the air.
our conversation that hoping not to end are slowly flowed in the air like nothing happen.
And now I feel so diffited not knowing what to do,
I lay down on my bed holding my chest to give me an answer and now I finally get it that
I
I
Miss you.:(
YOU ARE READING
Poems of my life:)
PoetryPAIN The silent tears hold the loudest pain And that pain Is the thing that Love will never came. Read,vote ,follow will be appreciated ..hihi Thank you very much..
