"liebestraume" poems
I hear the music, the musician gently caressing her one true love to help her cope. I can feel the emotion through my hopelessly edgy headphones, and I know when she is stressed, happy. sad, heartbroken, confused.
I feel a wetness on my face, and I envy her.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC