I felt like I'm yearning for the places of our rendezvous, the emotions in my dry and dull heart.
Darling, I used to be a swimmer without you. Darling, where did all my oceans go? You left, and all my shores abandoned me.
I'm lost in the deep water.
Where are you? Where is your land, your eyes, your smile?
Hey, hey, where are you?
YOU ARE READING
Petals (#Wattys2016)
PoesiaA bundle of poetry. A pigment of our inner self. The process of our daily life.
