When I look at the photographs you took, I swear it stopped time.
We were so happy, all there is was love, but maybe loving you was a crime;
you took a thousand pictures of us, but none of those said
you would leave.
YOU ARE READING
Words Left Unsaid
Poetry#1 Crazy minds, twisted stories, broken hearts and crying souls; craved for poems to be read and told ; (6/11/18) ❤ #2 (03/18/18) ❤ #5 (12/8/19)
