"Help me forget you," she pleads. With tears in her eyes, She looks at him sadly, And does her best to still her hand. "I will," he tells her gently. With a heavy heart, He leaves her at the door, Cloaking his broken soul. She shuts the door, Deletes his face, Removes his number, And cries herself to slumber. He starts his bike, Fully opens the throttle, Releases all the brakes, And rides the night in ache. A love that needs to be forgotten. #shatteredlove #riderlove #motolove #heartbreak #yqbaba #yqdidi #randompoetry #randomthoughts #diwa
