Go ahead, Break it,
But please be a little gentle.
As gentle as you wished her to be.
As careful as you wanted her to be.
Be like the oceans always,
So I could count your presence.
Be like the droplets sometimes,
So I wouldn't count your absence.
It matters, it does.
It matters the way it ends.
It matters the way it breaks.
Cause what if I never get fixed?
What if I could never love again?
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
