Tuesday, July 26, 2016

To the one who will never read this,
to the one who has earmuffs on
whenever I am screaming your name,
I know you've been wandering the desert
so long that everything looks like a mirage
but I am as solid as they come.
And I might not be relief
but I am at the very least, refuge.
And if ever I open my mouth
and nothing comes out
it is only because I have already given you everything,
every word I know.

8 comments:

  1. I am speechless. And that's saying something, because usually I have a lot to say <3

    This was simply beautiful. Oh my, I really love this.

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  2. This was so realtable, and so beautiful. You need to post more of these poems. :)

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    1. Aw thank you so much. That means a lot to me. :)

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