Faded
You were my kind blues,
you were my kind of playlist.
I was your kind of music,
but no longer your favorite.
You were my kind of rhythm,
you were my kind of metaphor.
I was your kind of poem
but not anymore.
-We are living art, but not the same way as before.
YOU ARE READING
Into the Deep
PoetryLet this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and le...
