I chatted you everyday, asking how your day was.
I miss hanging out in your house.
Tonight, I, again, asked you how was your day
While in the empty bed I lay.
You left me at seen,
I just wanna know how you've been.
A scene flashed in my head,
Hurtful words are very well said.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
I forgot.
We're not us anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Nightingale (A Poetry Collection)
Poetry:a small brown European bird that sings a beautiful song especially at night. Just some random poems I had in mind... I usually thought of this around nighttime hence the title XD Btw, all of this doesn't make sense ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌ This book is dark, please...
