I wish there was a way I could let you know how I feel about your presence.
Like the way you appear out of the nowhere, handing me a smile.
I wish there was some sort of way you and I could be together.
But you are you and I am me, and somehow we are not on the same path.
YOU ARE READING
Blooming thoughts.
PoetryAnd 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.
