• the_impulsive_writer 10w


    Every new writing of yours gave me joy
    Each brimming with so much love
    I used to eagerly scan through them,
    Read them over and over again
    I placed myself at the center of each,
    Linking them to little memories of us
    And smile coyly for what they meant
    Only later did I realise the miserable fact
    That none of them were ever about me..
    Yet each one of my writings including this,
    Was about you,
    Is about you,
    And will be about you!