All the time lost makes me crack a smile.
Because I remember when everyone said I'd be hurting over something like us.
And it wasn't because love wasn't real, it was too hot and we burned each other.
Though it hurts not to have you here.
I go back to the night in your arms, were time wasn't an issue between us.
And we were so much more than what meets the eye, we were an untold story.
YOU ARE READING
Blooming thoughts.
PoésieAnd 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.
