It was boring and dark at times
and I, hidden behind horizon lines
yet you never failed to see me
even with just my silhouette's beauty.
You bring the best out of me
that even myself never see
You bring the color out of me
and that's the best thing I could ever be.
You move mountains for me,
How couldn't I love thee?
YOU ARE READING
The unsaid poems
Poetry" it takes a pen, paper and a lot of heartaches for you to feel your pain and soul collide." xyz
