And the silence began to hurt more than the storm, and nights alone become more treacherous, so tell me my love... Are you the one to blame for this, or am I overthinking our love once again?
Was our depth really that deep, or were we shallow lovers who put on a mask, hiding from each other, and staying hidden beneath the waves of something we could never grasp....but you did not lose me, you only became my favorite storm.
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
