We sit in melancholy.
All the words we want to say
too much and yet not enough.
So instead we stay silent,
basking in the familiar comfort shared.
Cherishing the reminding moments of us,
For tomorrow we separate
and acknowledging that makes it all too real.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts from my brain
PoesíaIt's poetic, in a way. This is a mixture of poems and short passages. I'm writing these for myself, I guess, as a way to collect my thought, but I hope you enjoy the little pieces of me you read.
