Summer turns to fall.
And falling now I am.
For without your arms around me.
There is no ground beneath my feet.
There is no sun in my sky.
And no stars to accompany the moon.
The air is not fit to breathe.
And my lungs do not wish for relief.
For when you left you took with you.
My everything.
And I cannot go on.
Without you.
YOU ARE READING
They made me write something here
PoetryBoxes and keys. That's all life is. But you must look hard. To know the difference. Between a chain. And a pair of wings.
