The air hurdles my breathing,
when you walk out of the door.
The thought of you leaving,
brings my soul to the core.
YOU ARE READING
Stitches and Wounds
PoesíaI want you to hear my silent sobs whenever you are with him. I want you to feel my suppressed pain every wretched nights. I want you to know much I drowned in pain with the thought of you loving him. I want you to know how many stitched that knitted...
Catalyst
The air hurdles my breathing,
when you walk out of the door.
The thought of you leaving,
brings my soul to the core.
