On the window glass,
flowers grew from ice,
writing your words,
I didn't know for who they were.
These were too smart for me,
somehow I could touch their meaning,
becoming a sword
to destroy the window,
it was too late for us.
With things I knew and saw,
it's hard to believe that I shared them,
when I knew that it will go to nothing,
won't be a good result,
I was so naive.
YOU ARE READING
Words in Blue
Poésie✦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...
