Finally, at last. I thought you'd never leave my mind. But today, for the first time in 142 days. I didn't woke up, Thinking about you. Surprisingly, I never thought this was love. Just a stupid remedy, For a self broken heart. But dispite the fact I'm not thinking about you. You still left your fingerprints on my skin. And your voice in my ears.
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I'm writing a small poem every day, about how I feel or the world around me. This is #4