I heard the sky falls on it's kind.
So I stood close to the sea and thought of you.
And it fell on me.
Because, we are both single, lonely and broken.
Millions of Fishes
Yet, you alone in my open and lonely thought.
There's so much wonder on how distant we both are.
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.
