Out of everything I told you,
You don't even remember a thing.
Out of everything we've been through,
It doesn't even matter to you.
Out of all the hints I gave you,
You still can't figure out a clue.
Because out of everybody,
I'm just a nobody to you.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoetryWords that linger at the corner of my head, still remain unspoken... This is the compilation of my words, thoughts, poems, and drafts that remained in my journal for quite some time. I started writing some of this since 2015 but I just recently dec...
