Parts of me that I wrote,
they took shap
until they became stories
and I wanted to send them to heaven,
to be blessed by angels.
I didn't send them to anyone,
I allowed you to carry in your heart,
somehow to belong with each other.
You will cry with me
when I confess
they were everything
I wanted for us.
YOU ARE READING
Words Painted Blue
Poetry✦I am on the other side of the Earth, clutch in arms the pillow case, waiting for the heart to calm down, because I'm not capable to admit that I can't bother you with my questions, to show you I am not a little girl, that I can ask you about your f...
