We are open diaries
Have seen each other's folds
Have touched the innermost souls.
We are a pen
Of written prologues
And broken epilogues.
We are almost there,
Aren't we?
Until that day we stopped talking
And became some sweet strangers
Again.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
We are open diaries
Have seen each other's folds
Have touched the innermost souls.
We are a pen
Of written prologues
And broken epilogues.
We are almost there,
Aren't we?
Until that day we stopped talking
And became some sweet strangers
Again.
