a short little poem about maturity. Let me know what you think and tag someone in the comments who you think has come a long way since they joined commaful
Come Back. If you don't come back, where will I go, what will I do? I don't know what I'd do without you. It's my fault, isn't it? What did I do? I'll change, I swear. Just please come back.
The reason why this is a fiction story is because there are no forest in Karachi so i never went to a forest5.
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me
a short little poem about maturity. Let me know what you think and tag someone in the comments who you think has come a long way since they joined commaful
Come Back. If you don't come back, where will I go, what will I do? I don't know what I'd do without you. It's my fault, isn't it? What did I do? I'll change, I swear. Just please come back.
The reason why this is a fiction story is because there are no forest in Karachi so i never went to a forest5.
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me