The pain is killing me
I want you back
I am not crazy
I just love you
And that’s what they don’t understand
I am talking to Celestine,
My friend, please let him hear this,
My unspoken feelings
My voiceless emotion
My fucked up life
I am trying Celestine,
Through you, I hope he gets the message,
That when night comes,
I talk to you,
So not that he can only hear me,
But feel me.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Him
Poetry"And that’s okay Because okay is enough Though it will never be enough"