And although miles away, I still feel you pressing your hand against my heart, burning all the shards that were too frozen to be melted, and painting my mind with wonderful bright hues... And sometimes I oddly wonder if I had met you in another lifetime, if once before you had told me you would return... For, I don't think I've ever known you, but my god you feel so familiar. [how long will you stay?]
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoésieStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
