You talk to the pensive sky.
It speaks of the lone shadows it sees at night.
It tells you the strange way that they stumble
on sidewalks.
Let us drink to your sorrows, honey.
How did it get so extensively sad, that pensive sky?
It is just
a mere reflection of the shadows it sees.
Let us drink to our sorrows.
To the shadows that stumble in dark alleyways.
To the ones who have voids for hearts.
Let us drink to this pensive sky, to the tears it pours.
Darling, to You and me.
~D
9:18 PM | Sunday | 23. August. 2020
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Such Silent Chaos
Любовные романыAn anthology of poems based on love, and it's affects on people who love wholeheartedly.
