Share0 Bookmarks 49695 Reads0 Likes
Your love looks like a
distant memory to me ,
I hesitate , I hold , I keep it low
I even hide it in deep core
Oh but I come back to you .
Like migrants in search of shelter
like dead comes to pray
like a desert craving for water
like a gypsy in search of resident .
I wanted a distant journey ,
Our own
No posts
No posts
No posts
No posts
Comments