This time,
we play the round,
unsual than usually,
maybe I was busy asking myself,
pointing the faults are all mine,
so I stay in distance,
I stop talking,
I stop entertaining,
I'm getting slower in walking,
and I thought,
maybe,
this time,
all this birds,
don't want to sing,
our favourite songs anymore,
and maybe,
this time,
it's okay to be alone too.
- Author: fikrioshin (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 20th, 2024 17:39
- Category: Love
- Views: 21
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