the music in my ears
eyes filled with tears
but my head for once not with fears
i am mourning at last
almost reliving the past
i am hurting, in my head and heart
collarbones wet with salt
my tears will stop flowing
but a river always flows in you
YOU ARE READING
sound.
Poetryepisode ii. {sound} noun [ count noun ] a thing that can be heard © 2014 Helena Barbara May aka helenabarbara_. All rights reserved.
