It's too late for goodbye,
But there won't be tomorrow,
Because you'll be swallowed,
By the sorrow.
Later won't come,
No, not for you,
Because the person you showed,
Was never true.
YOU ARE READING
Pleas and Cries
PoetryPoetry and thoughts. This is sometimes like a little diary for me, so there will occasionally be stuff about my personal life.
