In an alternate universe we meet again.
Single handed and single hearted.
In that moment we lock hands with one another in a desperate attempt to feel each others warmth.
Our eyes steadily gaze into a blank world where only we exist, as our souls meet halfway, only to reassure us of what we feel.
Then faintly our lips touch to only unite us from the other world where we couldn't be.
And now we stand still in hopes that this time, time will be in our favor.
YOU ARE READING
THE UNREQUITED WORDS OF A LOVER.
PoetryThe inner feelings of a nostalgic lover transformed into poems. "He was never mine, but losing him broke my heart." Cover by: @FadingLyrics
