I wrote you a second letter
This one about how we should
Go in different directions after
This fight we had and
How our love confessions
Should have stayed in the past
Because I'm still here
And you're still there
We are living ghosts
Prisoned by the memories
Of us together but
It's time to move on for
We may each find
The love of our lives
Hidden in the corner of our streets
Or in plain sight at the beach but
Our hearts are too blinded by
The light of flashbacks so
Just like you let me go
In order for me to breathe
This is my chance
My turn
To let you live;
It's my turn to release you from my grip.
YOU ARE READING
H I M
Poesia"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
