our love was identical
a gleaming fire
flaring so passionately
charring every moments
turning it into glowing ashes
that we store in our jars
having the fondness of blowing it by the wind
yearning it would tell our story
to everything it partly burns
but the slight difference is
mine was for you
and yours was for someone else
YOU ARE READING
A Thousand Words
Poetrymy scribbles, the words i didn't said and the mini heartbreaks i felt. (I want to extend my sincerest gratitude to Hannah Lemholt for allowing me to use her picture as the cover. ♡ Go visit her blog on: hannahlemholten.blogspot.com)
