every day
you smile at me in the corridor
and I fall apart
every day
we're chatting by the bench
and your eyes sparkle
every day
you laugh at nothing in particular
and I laugh too
every day
and I can't help but imagine
what might have been
every day
and I can't help but imagine
you and me
every day
and I am slowly dying
I talk, I write poems, nothing works
every day
and I can't stop loving you.
YOU ARE READING
Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
