At that pool where our eyes locked,
Atleast I thought ....
But i was wrong !
The stories we made with smiles,
Memories strike.....
Feelings die!
Your kiss and touch i desire,
Love w no ire......
Those are dreams!
Of me with you as your simp!
YOU ARE READING
NOTES I WROTE BLEEDING
PoetryIm healing from past pain and depression.I found a small book i used to write what i feel.How much the pain cut deep in me and no one ever noticed.It killed me but i couldn't express it. Thought id share it out .its pretty short lines filled with do...
