I don't like creating memories..
cause I'm stuck in moments.
You regard me as Heartless..
when the pages of my life still not enough...
YOU ARE READING
Stranger to myself
PoesíaA dark night with not a sight around. I still felt nothing ,just a dying heart that I think already somewhat dead . I just like a sorrowless soul wandering around in this whole world of mine that was just surrounded by me. Every single person left...
Filled
I don't like creating memories..
cause I'm stuck in moments.
You regard me as Heartless..
when the pages of my life still not enough...
