His touch felt familiar but it wasn't similar,
The tears Falling from his face, In which i create
Remembering the past, i regret my path.
Unable to refuse my desires, I go back to my old attires
(This is so cringe but I just wanted to make a poem
)
The tears Falling from his face, In which i create
Remembering the past, i regret my path.
Unable to refuse my desires, I go back to my old attires
(This is so cringe but I just wanted to make a poem
)
