Words of chaos, living in moments that didn't want me there, until I saw him. And in moments of magic he'd take my hand, and utter words that consumed my being. But once, he kissed my soul and never was the world so bright, he spoke the simplicity that caused my bones to lift. I loved him that night, when he spoke into my heart "light exist."
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
