After you left, everything felt like death,
Hurtful it is for a fragile like me
Darkness and the abyss became my refuge
My galaxy became a mess and so my consciousness,
The world we built did fall apart;
Now I wish to forget the memories we made
And to the river Styx I swore my oath forgetting you is my last resort.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for Her
PoesíaPoems that I made while talking to the moon about you. These lines are between me and the stars. The metaphors were brought by the silence of the night.
