'If you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing's changed at all?'
Because when I'm laying
In bed late at night
I close my eyes and I
Immediately drift back
To when we were helpless
And in love and happy
About it.
g.c.g
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The blossom of a poet
PoesíaWords fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like the spring, beautiful and light, but just like the seasons, the poetry changes, the autumn comes and the words become heavy, falling quickly...
