48 | Nov 13
I scrubbed the wall we painted with our memories
nothing is left but stain of past that no longer matters
you became the most precious thing in my life
and now someone I no longer want to be part of
YOU ARE READING
Moonstruck
PoetryCopyright © November 2020 by Mystital probably my rant book written in flowery language, all raw from my soul. highest ranking: nov-dec #1 poetry collection out of 21.8k stories #1 poet out of 14.6k stories #1 poem collection out of 6.6k stories #1...
