she's running,
chasing,
holding,
to every broken
you and i's
and to every withered
i love yous
she's running,
stopping,
remembering,
to every mirrored
tears
and to every last
goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
berceuse
Poetry❝ the lullabies in me are coming from your symphony. ❞ [image on the cover belongs to the artist]
