I closed my eyes
I listened your breath
On my pillow
I smelled your scentI reached out a hand
On the impregnated sheets
With the fragrance of this dream
Which smells of you and meOh, if only my touch could fly up to you
Maybe in your sweet sleep
I can touch your lunar skin
Even lay a kiss on your cherry lips/
Dreams are just dreams
And they'll n e v e r come true\
I opened my eyes
I listened my breath
On my pillow
I smelled only my scentI reached out a hand
On the silent sheets
That smell of loneliness
And broken dreams
YOU ARE READING
BLEEDing
Poetry• I collected from the floor the blood gushed from the cracks of my heart and I turned it into ink ✍