I'll leave my window open, cause I'm so tired of not calling your name. I'll be right here hoping, that you'll come in with the rain.
she wishes he hates her now,
she hopes he already went home
she prays he'll forget her,
she knows he won't forgive.
she was the one to leave him,
she was the one slamming the door.
she thinks she's the only one hurting,
she hopes he already went home.
YOU ARE READING
gone
Short Story*and, she left. but just because she did, doesn't mean she wanted to.*
