to you
my heart belongs
rested within
all the little
markings of
your working hands
there's oceans
made of hazel
that take
me to paradise
when i
seek your eyes
through attempted
lovers and tears
i thought
back to you
many times
in the past
my future
is a book
with no
pages if you
are not
in it
together with me
intertwine your
fingers with mine
sing me
to sleep and
make me
yours to keep.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Our Deepest Thoughts and Darkest Moments
Poesíain time i hope this work will bring you peace of mind and peace of spirit this collection will pull at your heartstrings, cut into the wounds that might not have closed talking about things we leave unspoken and things we try not to feel you may cr...
