a very thought of you makes me realize how deep is your love; cutting my wings and growing better ones
But neither of this is you
You're a Grim Reaper
Star of the nightmares
Sun of the Earth
Scream in the silence
The unmistakable taste of blood
you tore both wings out from the root
so I could never fly away until I'm ready to
learn how to fly by my own.
YOU ARE READING
The Book Of Poetry: Kammeron
PoetryThe collection is about a man who saved me from my own grief and all the traumas i was fighting back then. It is all about love, being loved and giving the same amount.
