The closer they're,
The sooner they leave,
They gave us hope,
Then tore them down,
Like leaves from the trees,
Because we're like birds,
Come winter we must leave,
So who's to blame?
Maybe you're, maybe I'm,
So nobody cares, no one gives a damn,
Nobody knows my name.
ESTÁ A LER
"The closer you're, The Sooner You leave"
PoesiaThe way the life is, some peoples who're close to us go away & sometimes we leave them, to keep moving on with our lives & how sometimes the person more closer to us is neglected, how we hurt them & how this hurt us. Courtesy: thanx to “ Pushpanjali...
