you damn love,
you are like a dry ocean,
so big, yet not here anymore
once so loud and now not even a whisper to hear
as answer to my unasked question:
why. why?
you are here, yet I'm alone.
you are the howling wind that gently grazes me.
ou are the raging river that whispers to me.
you are the dark sunray which enfolds me.
you are the dead butterfly that just fell from the sky.
you are the bright night around me.
you are not here, yet I see you everywhere.
YOU ARE READING
babysteps.
Poetryrandom thoughts that enter my head throughout the days which need to be written down to keep me from getting too wrapped up and now I wanna share them.
