To You
It was a dream
That was last heard
Of the night.
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...
To You
To You
It was a dream
That was last heard
Of the night.
