So this is how you want it to end,
Not once a message ready to send,
Nor a favour said through a friend,
You said you never wanted to pretend.
You stopped me there and took my hand;
Praying i would understand,
You're just looking for a place to land,
This has all seemed so unplanned.
I told you i loved you for a final time,
For this here is my final rhyme,
I hope to see you again sometime.
But for now this love remain a mime.
~ 16.10.18
- thank you.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Letters I'll never Send
Poesiahere are the poems of the things i could never say. the majority of these are indirect conversations of mine, based on true events. and yes, I've written all these independently :) enjoy
