Paradise
is a place where your eyes were found,
and your smile is the wind of the flowers
of my heart that I watered with
the water of your tenderness and passion,
Your hair locks were the silk
that embraced my chest every time
I felt that something was broken with it,
your hands were peace for every conversation we were talking about for a long time,
your silence was isolated
from my excessive thoughts,
your voice was my survival from drowning, your presence with me is
what made my way more light,
but now everything
has faded until the remnants of your love for me completely faded.
YOU ARE READING
Dear You...
Poetryletters and feelings written in this book in the form of a blame or a little longing , feeling worried about a love story that didn't work and ended from the beginning hurt , but what hurts the most is waiting for someone that will never come back .
