Without you I'm lost
In a storm of frost,
It stings my eyes,
I'm not telling lies.
I love the deepness of your voice,
I love the sea of emotions in your eyes,
The rare sight of your smile
Gives me the power to live,
To laugh, to talk, to love you.
YOU ARE READING
Nightmare
PoetryIt's not what it seems it is. Your eyes can lie, a nightmare is everywhere. To anyone who knows me in real life: Yes, I am depressed, yes, I self-harm. But I write this for myself more than for anyone else, if you do decide to read this, I want you...
