No distance is too far
No time is too much
For me.
You are enough.
All I need is
a sacred "Yes"
from you.
This is pain.
With a great cause.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Letters
PoesíaWe 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.
