stay.. stay.. im reaching out to you.
but why you keep walking away? leaving me with this kind of mess.
all i need is your body, your real soul on my side.
stay just for one more time
just to cure my pain
my sadness
my death soul
YOU ARE READING
the other side of "silent"
Poetryconfession and killin words mess grammar Confession to someone that wont ever notice this poems.
