I wish we were reading
the same page of the book;
leave memories to every chapter
that we've read and in time,
as we flip them back one day,
we would smile on the same page
where we left pressed leaves that
will remind us of a time that
there was 'us' back then.
But we weren't.
YOU ARE READING
Blued Lines
PuisiTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
