I hope for that one touch everyday.
But it never comes ,
You never come.
YOU ARE READING
Efflorescence
PoetryEverywhere my tears spill, Are buds that are trying to grow. Every bud to be bloomed , Holds an essence of my tears. The path that I've traveled, Leave trails of buds to be bloomed, I've come too far and it's too late, To runaway before this Efflor...
Never
I hope for that one touch everyday.
But it never comes ,
You never come.
