You walk the walk of life with such lot of people.
But then comes one, who walks in and sweeps every little thing away.
I can't find myself anymore, I pretend to be fine. Im in constant search for happiness and can't find it.
The one who was the first to hear me out ,is not even the last why did I become a footover for someone.
Is the question I always ask???
YOU ARE READING
things that were left unsaid
PoetryTo all the people who pause to think, Wish I could stop the clock and say all this to you ,wish I had never left you "UNSAID"
