what a shame
the words between our teeth
waiting to be said
never are spoken.
maybe it's a false start,
or maybe something
could come
of this,
these broken
fallen
entities,
hardly known to each other.
maybe we were meant for each other,
yet we drifted
too far
from
the
sun.
YOU ARE READING
darkest dreams
Poesiaa compilation of dreams and memories, painted black and scribbled onto a page
