an unedited plea to the corpse of the man I once loved.
heartbreak, healing, and self-love, three years later.
The dots connected and so did I
In those eyes
Not just reflecting what I saw
With every in hale I take, I forget the previous day
Love is the universal language
You will find it everywhere
Your source is the secret chamber of the heart
From my collection of poetry Winter's Mild: Changing of the Seasons available on Amazon as an...
an unedited plea to the corpse of the man I once loved.
heartbreak, healing, and self-love, three years later.
The dots connected and so did I
In those eyes
Not just reflecting what I saw
With every in hale I take, I forget the previous day
Love is the universal language
You will find it everywhere
Your source is the secret chamber of the heart
From my collection of poetry Winter's Mild: Changing of the Seasons available on Amazon as an...