Dear You,
Yes you
the one who broke me;
into pieces,
Tiny pieces.
Expecting someone
like you
in front of my door.
Without you knocking
Without you asking
Without me knowing
that was the last time.
The very last time,
that I would see you,
that I would talk to you,
that I would laugh with you.
Everything was over
looking through the memories;
Sad,
sad memories of you.
Till we met,
not as lovers
but as strangers.
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
Dear You,
Yes you
the one who broke me;
into pieces,
Tiny pieces.
Expecting someone
like you
in front of my door.
Without you knocking
Without you asking
Without me knowing
that was the last time.
The very last time,
that I would see you,
that I would talk to you,
that I would laugh with you.
Everything was over
looking through the memories;
Sad,
sad memories of you.
Till we met,
not as lovers
but as strangers.
