I remember what drew me in.
Those eyes,
Your dimples,
That laugh.
I craved for you to change,
Grow,
Be the person I had made up,
In my head.
And now i lay in bed,
Wondering if I should've held on.
I'm sorry im hard to love.
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
better unsaid.
कविताthis is a poetry book, it's about the things i'll never say. but there the things i feel.
