echoed whispers of head-filled thoughts
rumble deep within a scarce space
yet between the walls of rot and wood
it's here i find the solitude
of the shadows for what used to be your arms
maybe, within the crumbling room
so dark and desolate and dim,
it was here i found peace
in the solitude that was your memories.
and though i can't breathe
without your touch to swoon me,
it is here i find the comfort
that used to elude me and leave me empty
YOU ARE READING
Ctrl, Alt, Delete: Silence
RomanceJust a small poetic book for our fragile little hearts.
