I have so many words stuck deep within.
And I want you to call me and say it all.
But you are too far, your love is distant.
Treacherous like the burning flames.
Inviting like red wine on a wooden table.
Your ignorance bruises my frail flesh.
But I'd still choose you, storm and cracks.
YOU ARE READING
Blooming thoughts.
PuisiAnd the flowers that he grew in my lungs turned to wilted flowers, making it harder to breathe. And then the rain made them bloom again.
