Maybe she'll dream about him
The way the stars dream about the sun
And maybe they'll find it after a storm
After the moon's gone
And maybe she'll love him the same way
He loved her not
The way the soul loves another soul
Without warning
Without cure
But that love will flourish
Like a rose on December
Against all odds
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
