You sing to me softly, and I slumber in your sadness as it quietly taints my home. And we rest deep in heavy waters, allowing the weight to give us company, and keys to hearts we will never own. Though... I used to wonder why you couldn't love me the way I loved you...but darling perhaps it was the way we felt the waters... For you loved the surface and I couldn't help but take in the view.
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.
