I saw you standing in a red shirt next to the big glass window.
And I turned around to look your way, maybe exhange glances.
But you were too busy looking somewhere else around.
And maybe that will always be our problem.
YOU ARE READING
Blooming thoughts.
PoesieAnd the flowers that he grew in my lungs turned to wilted flowers, making it harder to breathe. And then the rain made them bloom again.
