Do you know how it feels
When something you touch disappears?
Your hands followed mine too many times,
Times that now turned out to die.
Your eyes searched for mine,
And I couldn't describe why.
Why to feel like you belong
In my heart anytime.
Your feet followed my lead
Like it wasn't anyone to compete,
When I stopped, you were there.
As the air in my hair.
Our love was a disaster
And we were the masters,
The creators of a world.
A world that was ours.
Until the old age will tear us apart.
Until the sun will be bleeding heart.
Until on our funeral stones it will be engraved:
"Him" and "He's", forever again.
YOU ARE READING
from a broken one
Poésiethis book is really personal. is a way of venting myself. if u feel connected to this poems you can hit me up anytime you want🖤 cover made by @MariesBlossom 💜 what an artist huh?
