Alone,
cold breeze,
stars shining
my heart
throbbing
missing your eyes,
your smell,
your nothing
while you
are probably
missing me too
but we are both
too young,
too ignorant,
and stubborn,
to look
for one another
once again.
YOU ARE READING
Sonder || poetry
Poetry"Writing is an underestimated art, you are painting colorful images in people's minds by using words of black and white." Here are all the feelings, adventures, thoughts, dreams, and stories my heart has put into poems since it discovered it was mag...
