you were young, so do i.
we were both naive of this
bursting chest,
this warmth,
this cold gaze softening
whenever we are together,
this longing
when you're not near,
and this contentment
when our hands intertwined.
nonetheless,
i still trusted you with this
heart,
for they say,
kids take care of something
fragile.
i guess they were wrong.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To Nimbus
Poetry[ a poetry collection about breaking and forgiving. ] He admired her so much that the light she emits blinded his eyes, and all he has vanished to oblivion. A mistake he failed to avoid. She saw him turned into something else; it was mournful. To pr...
