My pulse let go of the reins
we once wrap so tight.
Underneath the sparkling light
this night.
We talked about the evening,
where you came out from the kitchen
and smells like a chamomile tea,
and it all gather as parallels.
You and I,
we both will cry for all the words
we spit to world.
The one I stumbled upon the shadow of you,
that fascinates me all the time.
YOU ARE READING
The Untolds
PoetryThere are things in life that you wish you could tell people easily, but you find yourself didn't find any single words, combine it into sentences and make it whole as a story, then tell it to people that some of them, will judge you easily before y...
