I wish I could say that the words you spoke lifted the weight from my chest,
But I can't, I can't,
Because even when you explain yourself,
And all of your actions that hurt me,
They still hurt me,
I can't help but feel that this is the way that things will be for a long time.
g.c.g
JE LEEST
The blossom of a poet
PoëzieWords fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like the spring, beautiful and light, but just like the seasons, the poetry changes, the autumn comes and the words become heavy, falling quickly...
