A story worth telling 🖤
Every time I hear your name, the butterflies begin fluttering within me, seeing you in my dreams has never been enough, my name being said upon your lips, I wonder how they taste,
By Angel Adagioabout a year ago in Poets
I lie here looking above at the endless possibilities for us. I want a life where my mind and heart sing the same melody,
Calling out my name, as ancestors did before, a time filled with ruin and war. A beg, a plea, a prayer, their voices filled with despair
Skin to bone, there is nothing left to break down. The void became too big to fill that you destroyed the dam holding you past behind you,
Finding the light at the end of the tunnel was what I hoped for you, to see the through the darkness and no longer be afraid of the shadows behind you.
I feel your phantom lips upon my own, your presence alone bringing the rest of the world silent. I didn't know how small, innocent acts between us could mean the difference between my heart and my mind being one.
The candles are lit and I am left to think of a wish. A better year? A wish I have asked for every rotation around the sun
She screams a deathly scream in hopes that someone can hear, "Let me go! Let me go!" ever repeating from her lips, no air left in her lungs.
Found the old letters you wrote me, the words you let me believe were true and meant forever. Every line being filled with the hope you shoved down my throat,
I used to think that happily ever after was only make believe, that the world was a balance between hope and disappointment,
There is a world where we were born together blood never separated us distance didn't divide us. In that world, we conquered all
Sweet, satiable, silence, inaction being dissected, everything under a microscope. The once eloquent vocabulary replaced by the pins dropping in a room filled with no one.
