I grow old in soul
as moons pass
Having seen far too much
In such little time
Your smile eases the pain
Bringing comfort to the weariness
That makes home in my bones
Should I fall before we meet again
Promise you'll not free yourself from memories
Seeking a new beau before I grow cold
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoesiaJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
