When I grieve
My mind drifts
Into the rift
Of dark hollows of the past
The torment lasts
The days of me and you are over,
My heart goes out to you, my lover
And I hope you feel pain
The same as I feel pain
YOU ARE READING
Depressing poems:|
PoetryPoems thought up by me in my spare time. But then again, They aren't very good
