It's been a couple of months... a poem about birds and destructive people. Thank you for reading! x
// the burning i felt from our love was not from warmth, but rather from frostbite //
Where the all young dreamers lay, with the winds that won't tore them apart,
Speak louder so they can't hear the silence instead, turmoils and echos around my rigorous head,
And tides are still the same as they were, fluid numbers, one piece in folded milions,
Protect my February scars and melt with my memories..
As we follow the ghosts of one another.. I am very glad to present you my poem - Ghosts.
Enjoy!
It's been a couple of months... a poem about birds and destructive people. Thank you for reading! x
// the burning i felt from our love was not from warmth, but rather from frostbite //
Where the all young dreamers lay, with the winds that won't tore them apart,
Speak louder so they can't hear the silence instead, turmoils and echos around my rigorous head,
And tides are still the same as they were, fluid numbers, one piece in folded milions,
Protect my February scars and melt with my memories..
As we follow the ghosts of one another.. I am very glad to present you my poem - Ghosts.
Enjoy!