"He was running,
As I held his hand.
'Where are we going?'
He smiled and said, 'To neverever, my love!'
The ground, clouds.
There was no sun.
Only stars.
Your hand was cold,
Mine was warm.
Your lips felt,
As always divine.
And we kept running,
To neverever, my love."
STAI LEGGENDO
Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoesiaMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
