I miss the old you... The you that knew exactly what to say when I was upset. The you that seemed like you cared a little more. I miss the you that loved me the way that I needed to be loved.
- What can I do to have that back?
YOU ARE READING
late night cries
PoetryThe thoughts that have managed to spurge themselves on paper. Internal cries that never really feel are heard when said verbally.
