You haunt me,
The image of you wont leave me be.
The way your hair hides your eyes,
You hold something no one can buy.
A heart,
The pieces so far apart.
I wend your wounds,
Healing as i start to unwound.
I burn,
For a demon cannot save a angel,
Without extinguishing thyself.
Im sorry but youre worth it,
I promise... you'll be ... happy.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poetry #2
PoesíaI started to write about everything, pouring all of my soul into words on paper, all the emotions will fill the pages with a magic all on its own for every story has a meaning and I'm just beginning to tell mine #1 tired of life 6/11/20
