How bittersweet,
Finding you,
And losing myself,
In the darkness of a thousand nights,
Filling a heart,
That only wants to talk about you.
(m)
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts in words.
PoésieThese are pages full of words. Full of words meaningless for some, but for few full of feels. I hope you enjoy these words, that aren't here just to fill pages, but are here waiting for the few who dare to seek the meaning behind the shallow wall of...
Lost.
How bittersweet,
Finding you,
And losing myself,
In the darkness of a thousand nights,
Filling a heart,
That only wants to talk about you.
(m)
