The emptiness that swims in my stomach
ache on behalf of the gap in my heart
where you found home
The pang that strikes like hammer in my chest
Is your gentlest touch
I wonder being we being side by sides hurts the most
Maybe, probably
Because you make my desert drier
By pretending to be my oasis
|22:48|April 27, 2016|
No comments:
Post a Comment