Sit in cold silence. It's uncomfortable.
We don't talk like we used to.
Walk for time to fade. It's exhausting.
And we get nowhere while we move.
All feeling is leaping. It's unbearable.
Catch myself asking what we still got.
It's painful altogether. I'm falling.
But tell my deepest hearts desires~
I simply can not.
YOU ARE READING
paper poetry II
PoetryCalliope, Erato, Euterpe A little collection of rhymes and poems for you to read if you like. The collection is always growing. The refrenced books, music or films aren't mine, but inspirational. Second poetry book of my paper poetry.
