I loved her
more than
the ocean loved it's sailors
more than
the earth loved it's flowers
or the bird loved the feathers
of it's wings
I missed her
more than
the sky missed it's clouds
more than
the night missed it's stars
or the trees would missed the rain
that kept them alive
she was my feathers
she was my rain
and it broke me
when I understood that
she would never feel the same
YOU ARE READING
she.
Poetry// kalopsia // ; the delusion of things being more beautiful than they actually are. [ I actually don't know if these are really poems or not, but I really enjoyed writing these. I'd appreciate if you'd check them out. Also my first time writing po...
