There's no fault in our wreckage,
we we're doomed to collapse.
But you found all you pieces
and I could never find enough.
Years back I swore
that I could love you forever,
but now June's hurting
and I can't even call you.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Tales Of Your Truest Lover // poetry
PoetryYou aren't even mine. Highly inspired by August // Taylor Swift.
