The heat of our bodies
Accompanied by a starry night.
The mind goes blank and the feeling of anguish is enveloped by something else.
Hours turned into minutes, leading to seconds and then nothing.
Now the cold and the remoteness of our bodies makes everything so monotonous.
As if we are missing something, that flower within that forest that we have sought so much.
We were so close but we both reserved our own thoughts.
Fearing that either of us would be broken, when in the end due to our own impediment, we ended up more injured.
And if you were really waiting for me in that place, because you decided to go looking for that flower on your own.
I wonder how the sun has been in the morning and if you have been cold in those long nights.
-Kyle ∅
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To The Moon And Back © | Alias Kyle
PoetryThe bitter taste in my mouth and the sorrow in my chest, have been replaced by a stronger and more beautiful feeling. ...
