You burned
My most beautiful places
You scorched
My most sacred thoughts
You ravaged
Any the trust I built
And You stole
All the light I had to give
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Hour
PoesíaNot everything rhymes Not everything has to Of all that is bright And what hides in darkness The loving The hiding The living The Binding It hurts us not To follow a purpose To quell our minds dullness And to find our own fullness. Of sentences Of...
