Melodies were once forgotten,
written with a bloody heart.
A violin played them unexpectedly,
couldn't keep them for forever.
Antique souls will dance
one more time
before to remember who they are,
to revive again and again in pain.
YOU ARE READING
Words Painted Blue
Puisi✦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...
