And suddenly we realised that none of it mattered.
Nothing ever did.
It was only you.
It was only me.
Praying that it could be
Only us.
-Zee
YOU ARE READING
Pieces of Her
PoetryGetting to know her. Others. Love. Hate. Promises and heartbreak Sometimes writing poetry helps with emotions. Sometimes it just adds gasoline to the fire. In the end, it's worth it. Always.
Us
And suddenly we realised that none of it mattered.
Nothing ever did.
It was only you.
It was only me.
Praying that it could be
Only us.
-Zee
