The pain your pillow hides
The unsent letters in your drawer
The dusty pictures under your bed
And your favorite song that the radio no longer plays
Is a partial memory of your life, and can’t dictate who you are, and what you can be, it’s not the end.
You can always have new pillow
Send lots of letters
Take new photos
And dance with a new song
It’s not too late to begin again
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Midnight Thoughts (Prose And Poetry)
Thơ CaA life that is written For every letter that is given There's a corresponding pain And a Heart that is broken. ------ I will now share a life that once mine A life of my past As how it struggles in time ------ makatangstupida
