Her thoughts within text -
Stuck in paper and ink.
She couldn't just say them,
It was too much to think.
Every word blossomed;
Scattered like flowers.
Deeper and deeper,
After every spent hour.
YOU ARE READING
for the both of us
PoetryI loved him with all my heart, Even if he didn't care; I'll love him with all my heart, This, to myself, I swear.
