Two times you've made me laugh,
And two hundred and thirty five times you've made me cry,
One time you've told me you loved me,
Seventeen times you've said goodbye.
Three weeks of trying and figuring things out,
Twenty one days I kept looking back,
Eighty five hours, just starting outside a window at the red trees...
Eleven months we've spent together.
"Eres mi vida." You whispered in my ears.
"Me muero por ti." I cried, one last time.
YOU ARE READING
Breathers.
PoetryThese are just some of my random thoughts and you can also say that it's a collection for my other works, I hope that you find them enjoyable♡
