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.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 9:41 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.
