A heart in a chatbox,
A laptop on a desk,
Us, on each side of an endless ocean
This song flowing away from the speakers
These memories come back to my mind
The salt of your lips,
The depth of your voice,
The sun rising through the waves of a warm bed
One day;
When the mermaids stop singing
When the bottles stay in the sand
When you'll come back to me
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Inner Mind
Thơ caFeel, observe and live. A peek into the mind of a sensitive person who (sometimes) overthinks a lot.
