Sometimes I wish I held on,
But the reason was lost
I realized I had given up
Because it left me
With less deep scars
Than the bleeding wounds
That were etched in me
While I held on.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Expecto Patronum
Thơ CaWhen my words lost their way, My pen gave them a path! Every poem belongs to me and any form of copying or plagiarism will not be taken lightly. #46 in Poetry (27/08/16) #27 in Poetry (28/08/16) #10 in What's Hot (16/05/16)
