I'm lost at sea,
drifting in the gentle sound of your breathing.
It's times like this,
when I think heaven must be a myth.
The only heaven I'll find,
is found in the moments,
you've given to me.
The moonlight shifts,
and the sadness shows in your eyes,
You've been to hell,
But you're still breathing.
YOU ARE READING
Speaking to Lost Souls
PoetryA collection of thoughts and emotion. Forgive me. I have a poet's soul, but not a poet's pen.
