You were long gone before I lost you –
Before you lost me too.
You looked out for me from a distance –
You took a last glance.
A string made me a better person –
I rot in my own prison.
Your messy room is empty upstairs –
You are somewhere else.
You let my hand fall beside my waist –
I loved you – what a waste.
I saw you, before my life has changes –
Before I turn the pages.
- Author: anna_noday ( Offline)
- Published: December 23rd, 2021 08:41
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 5
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