Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Antonio Dec 2015
Why
Why do I hurt so, why do I fear where you'll go.
I hope your true, for if your not I cannot bare the memories, stuck in my mind like a wood man's glue.
All I think about is you.
Talking on with no end, holding hands upon your bed.
I know not why, but I'm really depressed as of late.

— The End —