12:07 a.m// 4.11.17// broken hearts
broken lovers walk hand in hand through this world of woe as heartache consumes them.
poetry and prose dance upon their lips as they speak with tears in their eyes.
wondering, wondering if the moon really does care for the stars.
oh my sorrowful darlings, we are alone, light years away from one another.
so keep kissing, holding, dancing.
it is the only way to feel the sentiment.
~h.g.
YOU ARE READING
// this never dies //
Poetrymy heart may not linger forever but these words shall live on.