I owe you
the rains in my draught
the sunshine in my bluest days.
gone are the moments,
and the laughter
and our fingers intertwined
those long walks
under the orange sky of mid-july
warm hugs and stolen kisses,
our dreams are now in a form
of goodbye.
please understand
that Iam near my edge
cracked walls,
broken windows
and with just one
knock,
I'll definitely collapse.
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Puisi"when you left i didn't bleed but my ink does. thank you for turning this lover into a writer." ----- This is a collection of words and poetry. I'm using the daily splice collage of Adam Hale. All credits to this wonderful artist.
