I thought the Tenderness
Of stardust Running
through our dried out veins
And the feeling of
The ocean in
Our parched souls
Would be enough
To bring you
Back.
I'm stupid, I told you.
YOU ARE READING
Unrequited
Poetryunrequited [uhn-ri-kwahy-tid] adjective not returned or reciprocated
Drei
I thought the Tenderness
Of stardust Running
through our dried out veins
And the feeling of
The ocean in
Our parched souls
Would be enough
To bring you
Back.
I'm stupid, I told you.
