To you,
I want to write verses across your sacred skin with my wicked lips. When I first saw you, you were nothing more than a mere human being, but as days started to pass by, I find your eyes as my only haven and I find you as my home. You may feel like the worst person in this planet, but let me remind you.
Let me remind you how those admirable eyes of yours are the only one that can calm the beast within me. How your smile instantly lit up my caliginous world. How your voice lulled me to sleep. How I find your laugh as the only music that I want to hear inside this world. Lastly, how your arms are the only thing that I can call home.
But do you know what's the worst part? The worst part is seeing you dancing with the rhythm that my heart made, yet you're dancing with somebody else.
From:
Someone who calls you
Home.
YOU ARE READING
Fragmented
PoetryShe was once a whole A beautiful piece That once builds a home But now she's a broken masterpiece ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm still a working progress just like this book I hope you'll understand if I...
