• not_a_cliche_ 52w

    Seldom I think of the times between us,
    Picturing you in my mind;
    Thoughts of your striking beauty and your beautiful mind,
    Engulf me as I close my eyes.
    Reviving those days,
    Tears spring and fall,
    Little did I realize,
    Every broken heart cannot be fixed.
    My love didn't fill up your cracks,
    Instead left me in a spot of,
    Questioning my belief on everything about love.

    © not_a_cliche