Days of feeling empty
Are the worst because
You want to feel something
Anything
Instead your cheeks are dry
No warm or cold water
To carry any movement
Any sign of life
Time makes ashes
Out of your eyes
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...
