I was leaving the moon and giving the star.πππ
He was giving the metal of all my tears.πππ
A person who was my everything was advising me to be someone else.πππ
Maybe he didn’t want to breath now.He should leave me.ππ
He was pointing to me to die ,I wanted to drown in his eyes.ππ
He was leaving me to safe me from the depth .ππ
He was not a cruel person but he was giving some wounds again .ππ
He knew all the patches of my liver.ππ
