Since you are the purpose that was missing,
Abandoning you would be abandoning myself
In the deafening silence of space's infinity.
Every inch away from you is a light year
And we are galaxies apart, floating
Like space debris, in the middle of a big nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Petals of Dusk
PoetryHere are poems I collected for you, as a lousy bouquet of words, of tears and smiles, of thoughts and feelings, of yearning and resentment - I don't know if they will reach you, yet I feel like my heart and soul needed to be poured on those pieces o...
