" how are you" she asked looking at the same face a bit aged a little less happy and little more heavy
" Good" with a sigh said the lips that waited for the throb in his throat to swallow down to say the rest
" Really" she asked while her eyes hushes her heart who otherwise would stop pumping her veins
" Yes and you" said the cheecks that onces blushed red seeing her in white robes and matching bangles now turning red out of the Gush of blood through his system that started to Gush in uncontrollably seeing her aching heart
" Good as you are" said the broken humour inside her broken body. The ribs started calming her brain which would now burst with thoughts
"No you aren't" said the wind flying by with fustration of two lost souls .
The silence said the wind was right
The rain fell as the sky cracked down asking them to say it a million times
The thunders played in rhythms to make their lips say the words they waited to hear
"They couldn't be happy without each other "the moon pleaded the stars to rewrite themselves as the stars started to fall down one by one so they would pick them and rewrite on them.
The clouds were ready to pick her towards him
The flowers were ready to hide their faces when they kissed
The sky was ready to take away its light when they would love each other
The moon was ready to dress like her
But he was the sun
She was a sunflower
Loved looking at each other
But never could kiss each other
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Burning water
Poesíaa set of poetry oozing out of my hands. stories that feel like moon to your stars and dream that burn your skin like the sun. Can water burn you? Yes when its splashing comd yet boiling hot when you can see death kissing your life. some minimal dra...
