To you,
who carries my heart from dusk til dawn on an unsolicited quest
A hope in me yearns for it's very own arms to grasp your face and let a portrait of it be fixated in my dreams.
Let hands touch.
The cracks in our fingers will embrace under illuminated darkness, kiss and love behind a non-existent sunset.
Bitter sweet songs will whisper their way out of our lips
Awaited by devoid verses in our souls
YOU ARE READING
Dulcet thoughts
PoetryA collection of perplexing feelings, seraphic thoughts, remnants of a shattered heart and unsaid words intermingled and enshrined into poetry.
