When Loves goes absent with their goodbyes, it takes everything away from you.
Even the least you should manage, Your attention.
It makes you wonder in fluxes of possibilities. It leaves you in a trance of soaked Beautiful memories.
In flashes and then in thrilling gesture, forms and pain.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Letters
ПоэзияWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
