virtual readers
the dumbest fact is that i can still imagine you
real or not, i can still hear you.
real or not, you are still in my head.
real or not, i still love you.
oh! my soul begs, how could i ever forget if i am their home?
YOU ARE READING
a writer's tear can write a book
Puisi". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
