6. Healing Tears
I thought tears were a sacred river that healed our despair. It never happened.
I thought tears were a sacred river that healed our despair. It never happened.
I loved the perfect girl in the imperfect way I could. In the eyes of the beholder.
Doc told me to stop taking caffeine, so I switched it with her lips.A daily dose of love has never been harmful. Coffee was my favorite before chai took over.
I wrote my first quote using paper and pencil. I wrote my first poem with her cheeks and my lips. This was my first write-up about the Moon.
Our love was a roller coaster ride with twist and turns Indeed, it was.
Eye Poem The last time I saw some fine lines of poetry was under eyes! This was my first write-up about the moon when I got the first glimpse of her wrinkles.
“Poetry, Beauty, Romance, Love… These Are What We Stay Alive For.” – Keating