it should be enough to hear you love me.
but what happens next?
and when it's silent?
is the beating of our hearts meant to draw us closer
when there's nothing else to say?
YOU ARE READING
weeds.
Poetrysometimes you need to return to the soil to feel the triumph of what once grew.
loose
it should be enough to hear you love me.
but what happens next?
and when it's silent?
is the beating of our hearts meant to draw us closer
when there's nothing else to say?
