And I feel it
The déchirure
Through your eyes. and mines.
I wish you'll become poetry
I wish the writer had it right
The suffer, but all the loves
I think that part would have been hard
Are we yet a tragedy ?
When miles away we cry,
With little us destroyed.
They wouldn't believe us
How love hurt more when it's real.
Constellations become shooting stars
We closed our eyes denying it
Loving too much of the sky
We could have run after our wishes.
(Maybe it would had destroyed me)
If only I had knew
You were standing here too
But how could I even tell you
I don't blame you for the silence
But for not telling me the truth
YOU ARE READING
The broken ones ~
PoetryAll the poems not good enough to make it ~ and a lot of unfinished <3 (mostly wrote in a few minutes in the middle of the night, way less structured, poetics, with also a broken English <33 (I've always sucked at English, it's not my first language...
