time tears up memories
faster than it can paint new ones.
i won't be able to see your face
bloom in spring this year,
but i will always
feel the waves of this autumn
in between my aching ribs.
YOU ARE READING
a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.
Poesíaventing via poetry, as it seems to move me forward ... enjoy! most of these are probably gonna be super lovey dovey. ♡
