I rather spend my life
Where I built a whole world,
Where words formed sentences
And live on this double line,
Then out of my mind,
Where words can't save me.
I spend my sentences
For breaking and entering.
I witnessed a slim silhouette
Step in your lonely home,
So I followed it with a deep intake
And the scene changed – I was charged.
And the thin thread that kept us apart
Suddenly became a band.
I craved you like a dream
I can't quite remember.
The way your love broke my heart
I need a quiet December.
- Author: anna_noday ( Offline)
- Published: December 12th, 2021 14:42
- Comment from author about the poem: Dear fellow writers and readers, I\\\'m back!
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 28
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