Breathing in and out but
holding onto every moment
before it becomes the last time
I see air for the love that is coming close
I can almost attract it like magic
But you hold the cards so all you have to do is ask.
YOU ARE READING
To me, To You, To the rose petals, And To The Moon
PoetryThe lonely nights turn into tears and you remind me in a dream of how much I love to love you and not to be amidst when the air feels so cold that there is none but time controls the past and to live in the present means to accept the past for what...
