our conversations are heavenly as it seems
for it feels like I am taken away by an angel out of all means
it makes me feel out of this world
like an astronomer that can now venture all of the universe
our conversations makes me desperately wanting more
for so it's like whiskey,
that I cannot get for the bartender never lets me engage in its folklore
our conversations are full of things that even beats the lovers' 3 AM thoughts
it never seizes the fire
and so it lures the moths
our conversations are my swinging branch
for it never lets me go
but for so it does,
I would be grateful enough for it fell with me on the grass
our conversations never matter
but they linger,
beating oblivion
and when we're tired,
we'd simply never say farewell
we'd never say goodbye
to everything that felt so right
but as the darken one goes,
our conversations lose itself throughout the dream of the night
and so I'll say,
I will see you tomorrow
then we'll both be all right.
YOU ARE READING
tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
