Those lights, were your lines
The road, in between
We were pretty lost
yet blurry view got us all
and
in the screaming sky, the stars fell down
Into my hands, to make another tale
Turning off the lamps as you bleed the old ones,
I left unfold in the dark.
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}