Living in this fear of silence,
Filled with the echoes of things,left unsaid
He found the colors,
To paint on your world,
That's recklessly grey
It feels good,
It feels right,
Like floating in the edge of hopes and lies
I see you,
Laughing at and gazing at the stars,
But its twinkling in someone's sky...
YOU ARE READING
The Way Our Worlds Collided
PoetryA thousand of words i write but none would ever describe how you shine my life...
