I've claimed you with
these eyes of mine
like a child who has their
heart set on the perfect puppy.
But I am not a child
and you are not alive.
I scratch at the glass
that separates us,
watching the ice break
until you are freed.
Soon we will be together
for a short 'forever'.
YOU ARE READING
Little Nothings
Poetry***STUNNING COVER by @Repulsify, as commissioned through @InkCommunity 's Artlink Station!*** Things speak to us in different ways. For some, it's a small voice in our minds. For others, it's the things around us, weaving words into succession for s...
