trembling hands neurotic smiles melancholic goodbyes as slowly fading memories bond to exist the laughters, the tears, the calls and the whispers, are imprinted marks forever it ails to recognize that we have to end what has been maintained
YOU ARE READING
• as she continues to write •
Poetryjust a bunch of unfiltered thoughts roaming across thy head, a little lost a little recless but it will continue to flow as a running stream of growth
