Poetry Don’t ask about my past

Don’t ask me if I still love you

If you could read my heart

I wouldn’t be so teary-eyed and sleepless all night

Today, the only thing accompanying him

is a sad and painful heart

and a lonely and helpless shadow

Don’t ask me if I am still the same as before

In fact, love is not a matter of one person

What he needs is

two people’s concern for each other, Trust, understanding and support

Instead of one party

blindly asking for it, if

love has some benefits, in the end

Not only hurt others, but also

hurt yourself

Tap the keyboard

Recall every bit of the past

A broken heart My heart is already scarred

I don’t dare to think too much

But I can’t control my thoughts

Your figure is just behind you and then in front

Don’t ask me if I still love you

If not, why

You are all in my text, why

I still love you You are so worried

I know, once you step onto this street

there is no turning back