Apr 2015
I'm sorry I don't paint the canvas
of our dialogues because
what is left between us are of
bittersweet memories.
And I can't be there anymore
to hold onto what is left of broken pieces
because you can't even apologize to broken plates
once you've thrown them to the wall.
of our dialogues because
what is left between us are of
bittersweet memories.
And I can't be there anymore
to hold onto what is left of broken pieces
because you can't even apologize to broken plates
once you've thrown them to the wall.
Been so long since my last update. This piece was written the first month of January out of my hundred pieces I've kept.
