our dreams are made out of pearls
the silk covering my heart
and i know yours was out of gold
memories built, i'm craving them tonight
your hand held mine
old and young, entwined
like the creation of adam
nearly touching
but yours fading away
YOU ARE READING
pictures i paint in my head
Poéziafor my tears will dry one day. just not today. [this is a collection of poems, helping me to cope with my struggles]
