02/11/2023
I pray for him, as if he didn't leave me in ruins. Desolate to his beats and singing yet still we're in sync. Mimicking one another in unfathomable distance you'd swear we won't recover but best a gone lover than one you never acquired.
YOU ARE READING
THE ART OF LOVE: POETRY
PoetryLETTERS TO MY BETROTHED, A LOVE UNLIKE NO OTHER. POEMS PROMPTED BY FAITH.
