Every day a blank page
With her sparkle on my spine
Forever starting a new chapter
While still wishing we'd intertwine
*
Too many flimsy words
Nothing to her whisper
Pages were flicking, time was a-ticking
But she could not be crisper
*
In those pages
Though she still couldn't see
I needed to hold her, but it seemed
She had a hold on me
*
Tugging my heartstrings
To places I'd not known
In these faded blank pages
I'd for so long
called
home
YOU ARE READING
what makes us ethereal
Poetrya collection of poems about love, life and sadness ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅ but alike the stars, what we have what we see, we have let go you see, the stars that we see right now are a reflection of reality, long ago ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘...
