Broken
He holds his fears close to his chest like treasures, almost.
And prays.
He believes if he pretends long enough, time will eventually devour them.
He holds his fears close to his chest like treasures, almost.
And prays.
He believes if he pretends long enough, time will eventually devour them.
Love can sometimes die a slow death
when conversations cease.
But love is not impetuous.
Like Hansel and Gretel, it leaves subtle clues hidden in plain sight.
Oh silence!
Hello, my dear old friend!
It has been too long.
You and I, alone and apart, together;
scuffling over permanent obscure questions,