You say you love me
But you left me by the bay for eight months.
If that is love,I wouldn't want to know what you call hate.
Sitting here wondering when you are going to send a boat for me .
Why do I have to be the one to always write the one to always write the first letter?
You should take the initiative
Send the flowers in Venice reach my hand , and take me away from here.
I guess I dreamt wrong they were just fragments of illusions in my imagination that just left my heart wounded continuously.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer
PoesíaHere are a collection of poetry I have written within my teenage years, early adult life . I hope you all enjoy.
