How good do you feel? How do you feel when you cross my mind like that? Damn, you don't even know do you?
Your heart stretches over my eyes like sand sifting through the desert. Your blood leaving scratches on my soul as you bury yourself in the dirt. The dirt that was put there by you, yourself, and possibly me.
Or should we call it soil? Because I believe in the fact that I can grow. And you can't grow past the dirt, but we can grow in this soil.
The soil we created when we clashed our hands into the depths of each others inner darknesses.
What did you feel, by the way? When your hand felt all my darknesses. I guess, my god, you're still here. I don't know how. And I don't think I believe in myself enough to understand why you're still here.
But I'm really glad you are.
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
Whisper Me This
ΠοίησηA collection of poetry and thoughts that provoke my mind. All art in all parts of this collection is done by me. If interested at all you can go to my Instagram @leo.lorraine. P.s. I'm not sure if this title 'whisper me this' is already taken and...
