Stranded on an Island
In a shattered universe
Chasing particles of light
In a golden stratosphere
I wish I could say it
I still love you
But I can't
mistakes can't be reversed
No matter how infinite love might be
our days...
they are numbered baby.
YOU ARE READING
Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
