I've held the darkness all of my life, but the light in your eyes is the colour of the smoke that's been separating our lungs. I dreamin echoes of you and yes everyday is too long without you - though i've broken my heart to look like yours, you want forever and i know that starts with you.
YOU ARE READING
Semicolon
PoetrySemicolon - Where the author could've ended the sentence but decided to keep going. The author is you and the sentence is your life.
