I always thought that everything would be just. I know it's pathetic to think this way. To think that everything was what I thought it to be. But almost could be an answer to a wish I hope to live. I never really presumed the life in your head. I know this is my flaw- the fact that I think about things too much. The fact that I crave to know the things you can't say to me. My mind is a restless battle. And I'm sorry if you're lost with my actions. But that day was as bleak as the start. An unknown fantasy was yet to come. But I said to you it could be a waste. That everything wouldn't work out anymore. But that day is still hanging in my memory. Unmoving and frail as the day you started to change. But I miss you more than anything. And I can't seem to have enough of your agonizing presence. Dear, I'm still hurting as much as the day you said you've had enough.
CZYTASZ
Trinkets
PoezjaIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
