To whom does this heart of mine yearn to mourn.
To whom does thy heart yearns to love.
Ignite a fire in between unspoken thoughts,
Sanctuaries drowned in porcelain blues.
Cries in agony, why is your heart so out of reach?
Soulless stares, devoid of emotions have their mind tangled in indescribable wires.
Hushing lullaby from the passing wind, brought back memories to when all is well.
Wrestling with unwanted thoughts,
I took a step back and hid in the dark.
Let the different hues of blue, paint each corner of my heart.
Countless droplets of silver escaped from the window of souls,
Countless cuts covered my life.
YOU ARE READING
Marie
PoetryJust a bunch of letters for the girl from the past. I moved on and healed but I want to publish the letters I wrote while still loving you.
