42. Bleeding
In the corner of your room,
There's a piano.
When we were together,
I never saw you play it.
But now my heart tells me
That you're sitting in front of it
And your fingertips are bleeding over the keys.
YOU ARE READING
Ethereal
PoetryHis ethereal soul Creeping its way into my hellhole If only I could stop him If only I could forget him But his ethereal soul Is what makes me whole. **** Third poetry book everyone! Ethereal-A book written in the memory of lost love. **** 🌟 Second...
