Chapter 7 of 8

UNWRITTEN 7

Unwritten (Poems collection #1)81 words~1 min read

THE W

'Why'

It was a simple question that I've been always meaning to ask you.

Why did you took me under your umbrella when I was used to being under the rain?

Why did you start playing with my feelings when I was so ready to be out of it?

Why did you choose me first if you were with her?

When I thought it was over you chose me first in front of everybody, in front of her.

Why?

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