The flame that once burnt us is now turning us cold.
The blood running through my veins make me feel.
And how that night we went insane over a few lost words.
But your touch still makes me shiver now and then.
Even if it's just our cheeks brushing to say goodbye.
But I'm still afraid the clock is running out for us.
YOU ARE READING
Blooming thoughts.
ПоэзияAnd 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.
