We're sitting two feet apart but the distance between us stretches on for miles,
We're floating farther daily with every unspoken word and missed smile,
We're becoming so self conscious, we're flinching every time our fingers are even slightly intertwined,
We were a story, now we're a poem yet we barely rhyme.
YOU ARE READING
Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories
Poetrymidnight silk flows from her head and a stormy sea lies in her eyes magic flows every time she speaks a crimson silence dancing across her lips