Your words so often stung...and at midnight I'd blame my heart for being so fragile, and sometimes it pains me to know that your voice will forever remain in between the lines I so often wrote.
YOU ARE READING
in your absence
PoesiaPerhaps I love you too little, because there is still so much you don't understand...for I crave touch, just not from your hands.
"it didn't leave you"
Your words so often stung...and at midnight I'd blame my heart for being so fragile, and sometimes it pains me to know that your voice will forever remain in between the lines I so often wrote.