Each time I pen down my thoughts, I wonder if you'll ever read them.
And every passing moment, I wish that my words hold more meaning to you than my actions.
For words are the only way I can truly express how I feel. Because for each piece, you take a great part of me with you.
And Darling, the greatest part is you understanding the true meaning behind my words.
Merry Christmas to my fellow religious people out there and to those who don't celebrate, happy Monday 🌹
YOU ARE READING
'Silent' Clouds.
Poetry¶Words have no meaning, unless you make them, turning them into a spontaneous overflow of rhythm¶ ¶A string of broken pieces interwoven into into poetry. Broken symphonies, turned into poetry¶
