There we stood in each
Others arms, destined to
never touch. Dancing and
swaying to an eternal beat.
blood on my hands, blood on
his throat. Still so close but
never too far apart. Burning
hot while he's ice cold
a world stands between
us. Longing for his arms in
this cold void. Here I
stand waiting for your return.
VOUS LISEZ
The Forget Me Nots
PoésieThis is a simple book of poetry no more, no less. Thank y'all so much for getting up to #4 in through my eyes, this is my highest ranking and I'm honored. :)
