Art | poems [Book 1]

5. My

I spend time staring at this person. But not really looking.

A few words were shared. Silent words. Words you probably didn't want to say at times.

But then at some moment words weren't needed anymore. Just by the look in each other's eyes you could understand what they felt or wanted to say.

But even so we never admitted it.

And when the time came I finally found the courage.

"Die my darling." I whispered.

"Die my endless and hopeless love."