It was too good I touched it.
It was too good I held it.
It was the light to this darkness.
It was my hope to this hopeless.
But now it's gone it hurts.
But now it's gone I hurt.
Everything's just dark and hopeless.
Why did it have to leave?
You were too good I touched you.
You were too good I held you.
You were the light to this darkness.
You were my hope to this hopeless.
But now you're gone it hurts.
But now you're gone I hurt.
Everything's just dark and hopeless.
Don't ever leave again.
YOU ARE READING
Mi La Letra
PoetryIncarcerated are words--an ensemble of letters, an expression of you--hoping to fly. (A compilation of random poems.)
