My soul
Fell for his heart
Long before
His heart
Fell for my soul
My fingers
Searched for his hand
Long before
His eyes
Missed my presence
My ears
Longed for his voice
Long before
His lips
Learned to utter my name
My skin
Yearned for his touch
Long before
His arms
Welcomed me home
YOU ARE READING
A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
