I will take her sorrows to my grave,
I let her grow into me,
Much more than i let him.
Saw her walk on glass
So she could be saved
Sometimes i feel her bones cracking
Between us,
Like an undeniable pressure
She steps on my chest
And it all happens only
Within my body;
Love does not exist above you,
Love is crawling in the cracked bones,
And her sorrows are pounding,
Instead of my own heartbeat.
elPintor
Sat 23rd Mar 2019 08:58
For me, this is an exceptional piece of writing. I read through each your posts and was emotionally moved by them--it's a fairly rare experience and deserves a note of recognition.
Thank you,
Rachel
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anamaria
Tue 26th Mar 2019 21:40
@elPintor oh wow, i wish i could say or do something more than just say thank you for your comment, but honestly, i am in shock. Thank you. So much.
(I will also take the time to carefully read more of your work, i already checked some, but time has always been my enemy sadly)
Much love!
Mila