I would have you here with me,
in the blink of an eye.
If only magic was a thing...
I would have you here with me,
If I wouldn't buy roses,
for the cold of stone.
I would have you here with me,
If there wasn't dirt on my knees,
when I miss the way we used to be.
I would have you here with me,
if only death,
had no hold on me.
YOU ARE READING
Who's Heart is This Anyway
PoesíaJust some poems that I come up with on my own time... Here's a sample of one in the book: We were a kaleidoscope of colors, Twisting and turning, At every possible moment. A new masterpiece at every view.
