I opened my ribcage
And told my heart to fly
I whispered
Choose the kindest
And it came back to my flowers
With a little white bird inside
I beg you to explain now,
How am I supposed to forget?
You can't wish of a person who
Tasted the warmth of the Sun
To go back to the cold black
[I cannot unlove you
You can't ask me to]
YOU ARE READING
H I M
Poesia"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
