When I love, I love hard.
For years and years.
Full of false hope,
And full of tears.
I get attached,
Maybe obsessed.
I lose my mind,
I get distressed.
And I doubt,
You feel the same.
I don't even know,
If you remember my name.
Since we've met, seven.
Since we've spoke, two.
I'm so sorry my love
Happens to be you.
YOU ARE READING
Rain Clouds
PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
