All like a joke
Which is created because of jokes that lead to grief
I think you're right
but it turns out that this is just the game you are creating
You laugh without thinking of the taste I have
What do you think I am?
Where to run when you grieve?
Or a stopover when your lonely greeting?
I am also a human being
Who has dreams when hope is there
I have enough patience for you
Allowing you to stop to treat wounds
Afterwards you leave without a word
Until I know you're coming back with a new wound that scratches your heart
Over and over you did it
Now I do not want any more hope there
I let you go and do not come back even though you repeatedly say miss
Because really 'miss is no longer for me.
uncertain expectations
Thank for you my friend steemian follow me
