You may leave her
And burned her with your cigarettes
But remember,
She lives inside of you
In your heart
Neither as a memory or a tragedy
But still
She lives inside of you
Not just in your heart
But in your mind too
Not to ease you with some nice dreams or something
But she haunting you
For everything what you did
YOU ARE READING
It Isn't Love : poetry ✓
Poetry[English] you love him but everytime you think of him always makes you cry - it isn't love #1 in patah hati/7.13.18 #1 in short poetry/ 12.1.18 #4 in puisi/ 12.1.18 #17 in poetry/5.11.18
