I want to hold you.
Promises won't be made
I don't quite like how empty they can become.
But I will let you know
Whisper in your ear,
I'm here. Right now.
And I'll take up all the lonely corners
Of your soul, fill them in
With different shades
Of home, of being,
I'll make sure I tell you
That,
You look perfect tonight.
YOU ARE READING
Echo of Thoughts
ŞiirPoetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that hurt. It is a matter of life not just a matter of language... Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry....
