All he had was you left.
So once you were gone,
So was his world.
YOU ARE READING
Misunderstood
PoetryYou could hear it all... The sweet rhythm she made with her violin The banging of the stick to the drums The sound that came were hiccups and screams What happened to them.
Thirty seven
All he had was you left.
So once you were gone,
So was his world.
