WHEN YOU TELL ME YOU LOVE ME I CAN FEEL THOSE WORDS SEEPING INTO MY SADDENED BONES AND MY LUNGS BEGIN TO BREATHE IN A WAY THAT DOESNT HURT ANYMORE. YOUR EYES GIVE ME A HOPE FOR A BETTER TOMORROW, A TOMORROW WHERE THE CLOUDS CARRY OVER AND MY EYES WILL FINALLY SEE THE SUN AGAIN.
YOU ARE READING
Garden of Thoughts
PoetryThe thoughts that grow and twist themselves through my brain.
