There was a hole in his soul,
She longed to make him whole,
To turn his heart covered in coal,
To be enamored in gold.
Her fingertips traced his skin,
To places he has never been,
Blindly he is following,
Breaking down his walls and letting her in.
In her eyes theirs a heavy blue,
Only him to love and him to lose,
Sweet divide, a heavy truth,
Water or wine, she doesn't want to choose.
She wants to be drunk on a feeling,
With him under the starry sky,
Cause, love is not how you let go,
But how you hold on.
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Short Stories
Cerita PendekThese are some short stories and poems I wrote along the way. I will keep uploading more when I think of a new one. They are not much. I hope you like them.
