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Talia

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since January 2013
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Crumbled

January 3, 2013
We met on a Sunday Afternoon We didn't know each other But after the next risen white moon Our little hearts were conquered Because… Our hearts were then married Our love grew Our minds to the heart got carried Then we knew You said I was yours The same way as you were to me Our love filled with colors Until the day you regretted me You thought I didn’t love you Or even cared about you But I should have thought things through To avoid this big break through The words then turn to short mumbles But I refused to allow Our relationship to crumble
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