like the last fall of the cherry blossom
you fell out of the life we promised to build
love that we couldn't embrace
just like your hand slipped through mine
the vows yet to be spoken
seems like the words will never leave my lips
YOU ARE READING
BETWEEN THE STARS & YOU.
PoetryLove is love. "We accept the love we think we deserve" _perks of being a wall flower. p.s the life I regret from every nook and cranny.
