Echo in the wind
Reminiscing the past
Your voice against my skin
Thoughts of you in my head
I hear your whisper in my ear
Your voice like a lullaby soothing my heart
Painting pictures in my imagination
What we could be
You were the tea and honey to my burning throat
The air I breathed when the world was suffocating me
You were the breeze through my hair in the scortching heat
The sunrise to my endless nights
You were the peace in my restless soul
The lyrics to my Adele song
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
