Magattahana
"A writer is a world trapped inside a person."
I guess I'll just dump poems here. I hope you all enjoy reading them. Here's the first one. I wrote it a few days ago.
i felt your skin under my lips
the heat between our souls
the melody of two hearts
in simultaneous laughter
but later that day...
...the desert seeped out of my skin
parched earth like my joyless, empty chambers
why are you gone?
i felt your skin under my lips
the heat between our souls
the melody of two hearts
in simultaneous laughter
but later that day...
...the desert seeped out of my skin
parched earth like my joyless, empty chambers
why are you gone?