why is it,
e v e r y t i m e
I touch the pen,
trying to write you a goodbye letter
I always ended up
with another beautiful poem,
about how your kiss,
kills me slowly.
and how your touch,
brings me back to life?
YOU ARE READING
Before The Dawn | ✔
Non-Fictionafter all you don't need water to feel like drowning, do you? --- dedicated to you, the only person who took my breath away with your pretty lies and empty promises. © Copyrights Reserved
