Of all the things I know are true
I know I adore every moment
I spend with you.
Every heartaching,
heart mending
moment
you are there
so I can tell you
how much
I love you
so I can tell you
How it hurts me
To think
We might be
nothing
but enemies
in a later life.
to think
All I can see myself doing
Is holding on tightly to you
Even after you've left me.
it is all I do
is think.
I think
of paint & poetry
heartache & longing
Hope & loving.
you
& losing you.
But you have seen every vulnerable piece of me,
my golden eyes that hold these things
yet you say you have only ever seen
my beauty.
- If only you knew what stories hide inside my mind
YOU ARE READING
Letters to the Old Soul
PoetryThis book was written for the girl with an old soul. my journal full of memories and stories; These poems are honest and true of the wonders and scary things that occur in life as one grows older. These are the documents that illustrate the evolutio...
