|
Written by Sade Richardson, Form 5, St. Joseph's Covent, San Fernando
|
|
I cry. Yes I do. Every night when I have a memory of you.
I hurt. All the time. Whenever I see her with what’s rightfully mine.
I wish. For you to remember. Whenever it seems like you’re moving on.
I write. Only about you. Because it’s the only time you feel what I do.
Trackback(0)
 |