A thousand paper cranes was what you left me.
Each one with a melody of its own.
Your gift was as beautiful as your soul.
Each one would fly around my home
They would often sing to me and tell me your favorite stories.
A thousand paper cranes was what you left me
A thousand pictures of your pure emotions
And a thousand reasons why our love was magic.
I'll send you one paper crane that holds the map to our home and I'll be here waiting for you.
YOU ARE READING
Breathe Me
Poetry"You were blind and couldn't find much to love from my poetic mess but I've found many reasons for you" - E.C
