You are the dust fallen from the stars
And freckles on my shoulders
You are every one of my million nerves
And the swirls etched onto the tip of my fingers
"I won't get tired saying 'you' because these are all about you, you became a part of me, helped me in one specific thing and always my shoulder to lean but suddenly someone took you away, you came along with her rather."
YOU ARE READING
WHO'S THAT SOUL
PoesíaWho would've thought that you will be the main character on this book, one idea but has too many titles, one book but has too many stories to tell. It's just like the person's life, one wit but has too many thoughts, one body but has too many experi...
