You loved me sincerely
as if our love was
a homeland and you were the soldier
who does not betray his homeland
but you did,
you betrayed the homeland
and the promises ,
I made you my shelter
my spring garden,
I made you my purity
in the middle of my black,
I made you my winter song
and my autumn leaves,
I made you the map of my return
and my home.
YOU ARE READING
Dear You...
Poetryletters and feelings written in this book in the form of a blame or a little longing , feeling worried about a love story that didn't work and ended from the beginning hurt , but what hurts the most is waiting for someone that will never come back .
