there are pieces of you
mixed into my poetry that i can't get out
there are pieces of you
in my mind that i can't forget about
there are pieces of you
in my heart that i don't know how to live without,
as if your scent is the only breath i breathe
as if your smile is the only one i need,
as if you are my song to sing
- you're my serendipity
YOU ARE READING
MOONCHILD ; poetry ii
Poetryif i want to die, i'll strive to live as much as i want to die
