Tell me it was a dream
Tell me you never loved me
I already know
but even now if you feel cold I will scatter the pieces of my heart all over you body,
so you will feel warm and cozy as you falsely made me feel,
I don't need them back, they were always yours
Oh, "were" such a liar word, they are still yours
Even if you never wanted them.
So tell me
It was a dream, wasn't it?
YOU ARE READING
thoughts by Avril
Poetry🌸 A safe place to refuge all the thoughts that once bloomed on my mind, some of them withered, others just bloom with the seasons and just a few still growing inside of me. Eng/Spa 🌸
