You were the current beauty that was painted on the empty canvas of my heart, but you were not the masterpiece that belonged there.
You made my heart beat like the rain but, just like the rain, you were not there to stay.
You were like the sun; You warmed the icy caves of my veins and made me feel alive, but even the sun sets.
Max, soon you will leave me to shine your smile to others and we will be poles apart.
YOU ARE READING
Roses and Candles
PuisiThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
