Oct 2020
If I write a thousand poems about you
Would you come home and read it?
If I write poems filled with happiness
Would you smile at me as you read it?
Would you come home and read it?
If I write poems filled with happiness
Would you smile at me as you read it?
It has been a month since you left, I still think this is just a nightmare. Tell me you're alright so my sorrow will be lessen knowing that you are now free from suffering.
