I never thought that one day
I'd be calling your name in my sleep,
never thought that I'd be begging you
to come back doing whatever we had
I used to think about us forever
I used to think the world is in our hands
I used to think sleepless nights
talking to each other would worth every thing
Now I call it remorse,
never knew a goodbye does exist
Maybe I should've learnt better
Maybe I should've prepared for the worst
And maybe you should've kissed me before you leave.
—Zayn
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
CHARCOAL - ziam
Hayran KurguThe aftermath of a young poet, Zayn and a not much younger doctor, Liam's affair. - - - - - - - All poetries are originally written by the writer.
