The weight of sadness in your pretty little eyes, they were never depressing.
Instead they made me wander even deeper into your soul and fill those little gaps and crevices of sorrow with my eternal love.
YOU ARE READING
when love is lost
Poetryi wouldn't call this poetry exactly, rather just a bunch of words that go through my head as I watch life from the side lines. Highest ranking #48 in Poetry || 05/12/2017 ||
