Indeed,
We can't turn back time.
What is already happen,
Will stay like that as a time goes by.
Stop telling yourself,
"what if".
It was meant to be like this,
Then and now.
YOU ARE READING
The Gloomy Day Of Mine.
Poetrycafe, coffee, night, raining, and warm yellow lights. not too crowded, pretty sure can hear a whisper talking about bad romance. - a d e e v a z e l d a , 20 .19 -
