I got three words
With eight letters
I got one heart
With a lost soul
I got one love
One life, one significant
That i adore
I admire, I heart
With all my broken soul
Yet it ain't easy to forget
But it's harder to breathe now
'Cause every breath, i take
You're counted in as numbers
The numbers, that my heart counts
YOU ARE READING
The words, I bleed. (Rks)
PoetryAn ongoing journey of unsaid words. See how they bleed through small letters. ᎪᏞᏞ ᎡᏆᏩᎻᎢᏚ ᎡᎬᏚᎬᎡᏙᎬᎠ - ⓒIwouldfall. {Rks}
