Engraved in his retina
Yesterday's sorrow and pain
Scared of his lover's depature
His feelings still remain
He hold on too much
His hands started to bleed
He knew it was easier to let go
But it's difficult to face what
comes after what he did
His choices made him weak
Vulnerable as they say
Now, thoughts doesn't matter
As he became immune to the
taste of a bittersweet latte
YOU ARE READING
ashes of thoughts; poetry
Poetryvery out of context poems and random thoughts that is for someone I constantly and purposely lied to, as every chapter progress, i start to learn and move on - This is my so-called poetry 3/26/20 © 2020 - taefiction keamochi (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑
