i purposely didn’t write poetry for you when i was still stitching back all the torn pieces.
i know all of them would be loaded with shits,unimaginable pains and sorrows.
and only would reveal words that should be left unspoken and things meant to be hidden.
i’ve waited when I no longer ache and completely move on far unreachable.
my love, yes, i welcome you to have a taste of your own medicine.
but remember my dearest, i now realize some people are not worth the second chances.
so… i will never write and long for you again.
Isn’t wonderful my darlin’?
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 7:01 AM UTC
i purposely didn’t write poetry for you when i was still stitching back all the torn pieces.
i know all of them would be loaded with shits,unimaginable pains and sorrows.
and only would reveal words that should be left unspoken and things meant to be hidden.
i’ve waited when I no longer ache and completely move on far unreachable.
my love, yes, i welcome you to have a taste of your own medicine.
but remember my dearest, i now realize some people are not worth the second chances.
so… i will never write and long for you again.
Isn’t wonderful my darlin’?
