my hands are cold in the light of the setting sun.
our fingertips brush the trickle of tear, silent sighs,when forever was foreverbut became temporary. when your heart was my heartthe time beating togethernow the endless stretchpausing between measures, uncertainmelody – apart. lingering fragrancemixed with the bitterness of tears, flower b l o o m e donce here, but the sun enveloped by night disappeared. wallsContinue reading “loss”
it begins as a sharp fizzlefrom my toes to my finger tips,then a warm glow in my heartof blinding lights flowing down my veins,a comforting blanket around my arms,just standing here in your arms,i feel like i could catch on fire