its not that im broken
without you, its just that
my lungs have no air and
the thought of a name
holding my skin for longer
than a horizon has no merit
to the way the earth spins to
bend your smile; sometimes
i miss you the way an ocean
never gets to see its reflection
and though i just wanted you to
stay, sometimes the only thing
snow leaves behind is the
sound of a memory
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
poems to you
Poesiaa girl who writes to those who she cant find the courage to speak to
