for once the night wasn't so lonely
and my stairs didn't creak,
the only echo was from your laugh
brought by words we softly speak.
gone are the rivers of tears that eroded into canyons on my cheeks,
through our small sentiments of hypothetical wedding plans and our days together until we are weak.
i think i can i trust you with this very last piece,
i think i can pray to you, my lord, my soul to keep.
YOU ARE READING
an ode to the hopeless, these are for you
Poetrya collection of poetry meant to aid your path to healing, and also some insight into my mind. enjoy
