"throghout" poems
I miss looking in the eyes,
Not your eyes...but the eyes of someone
Who actually cares for me!
Your eyes are filled with hipocrisy...
You don’t even want to look at me...
I miss holding someone’s gane
And feel the warm feeling
That runs through my heart!
With you I had none of that...
With you I only felt cold...
I miss being loved
But I don’t miss loving someone
Because throghout this time
I love you with all my soul
And got nothing in return...
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC