I read you in my poetry,
I hear you in the wind,
I see you in every ocean,
And at the end it's just me,
Holding my breath,
And my sick heart,
Beating in silence
Mar.
~29th February, 22:45~
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Stories by Mar González Vidal
Little Dragonfly (Chapter 2)
Maybe I should had fighted more for him
maybe I should had hugged him stronger
made him stay,
made him love...
little dragonfly
I am used to pain and I am used to don't matter. But he's changed that part of me, he is showing me that this...
