1 am
i look into the ceiling
and feel numb
asking God what ifs
or what the hell i could've done
but i had no answer
for the questions on my mind.
i guess what i was trying to find
was something that could make me forget
of everything we did
after we met
- m.m
YOU ARE READING
the dead poet's lover
Poetrythe very thought of you shatters me. and i am trying to fix myself once again.
