Someday,
My Pillow will never get filled with tears ever again. Instead, It will get filled with my dreams.
Someday,
My Love will not be games and play Someday,
My Lover will stay.
Someday,
My heart would not sink again for it is healed not by poetry but by another man.
Someday,
He'll return the love to me.
But now,
All I could think was how
To rise up.
YOU ARE READING
douleur
Poetry❝Her heart turned grey as they walked out and didn't stay. Now here's the words she wrote on a paper- the words she couldn't say.❞ Written by ellethetic 2017 © ellethetic
