i have one more question
left for you
would you start again,
if you could?
to go back in time
to a place before us
to feel it again
to maybe try
and write the story new
before time runs out for us
again?
or would you never
take the leap of faith
knowing how we'd end
how the days are numbered,
to the point
where in the end,
nothings left?
only memories to keep us warm,
during the winter of our hearts,
instead of each other?
would it still be worth it?
our little infinity
until the point where destiny
cuts the rope tying us?
or would you not dare
to fall again?
YOU ARE READING
You hold my heart (still)
Poetryour little mythology A collection of short poems and prose I've been working on these for the last two years, and finally felt good enough to collect, rewrite and edit it, so here we go. I'm finally done. And moved on. New chapter coming.
