What more does this life give me, than forbidden midnight thoughts that I have beneath my sheets? For what company does this world appreciate, other than the ones they can easily replace?
But oh my love, you are worth far more than all the stars in space, and I could not ask for more, and what much am I than a solar system that is completely yours?
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
Thơ caStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
