Her pale skin reflected the sun, touching her slightly. Her soft words echo against the room she was in.
Her sunken, navy eyes drew galaxies and worlds. Her hair grew flowers. Pink and blush, her cheeks plump and fresh.
"Damn"
I realized, at that moment, that she was still miles away.
YOU ARE READING
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓'𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜
PoesíaA lost boy who lost his way in the endless forests waiting for the sun to rise
