Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Floating

and we are one boundless
freedom beat away from
each others hearts.
where the wind blows
and suddenly becomes
never; we are inside the
real.We are drowning in our
us and the black holds our backs
tightly around our regrets...
and lets go;
till we become the light

this will be my last poem

so that i remember. because before melted steel, there was hand-made, better, buttered words. we can decide if new spaces beneath me can qui...