The images of you
are sore sights to my innocent
eyes. Every adventure
with you made time
slow down and our coincident
heart beats flutter.
The shape of you was meant
to fit on my chest,
now loneliness tortures
my mind with the concept
of you.
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 10:43 PM UTC
The images of you
are sore sights to my innocent
eyes. Every adventure
with you made time
slow down and our coincident
heart beats flutter.
The shape of you was meant
to fit on my chest,
now loneliness tortures
my mind with the concept
of you.