New York always looked so beautiful from up there
In the sky is where I see the stars
Burning brighter and brighter
And your eyes
Your glinting stars of eyes
"Trade your heart
And let me in,"
You used to say
But how could I tell you
That I had traded my heart long before I met you
And now when we are two pieces of a puzzle scattered across the continent
I hear your voice whisper in my ears
Soft and slow
And I want to hold you in my arms
And never let you go.
But you're two million miles away
From the dead of winter
To the end of the horizon
The sun slowly climbs atop the clouds
Whispering sweet nothings
All the while I dream of our past
And hope that somehow
You can hear me.
YOU ARE READING
Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
