how can you just let everything seem so easy
when here i am,
trying to glue these broken glasses
our house is now messy,
at least help me clean this fuss
that you started in the first place
everything is at its slow pace
but for us,
it changed so fast
i wanna caress your face
for the last time,
this won't last
my hands are now wounded,
same as my heart
but your mind's still clouded,
i guess we're better apart
YOU ARE READING
Forlorn
Poetrycal's forlorn attempt of letting go - credits to the owner of the image that i used for the book cover -
