I screamed your name thousands of times, but the only time you responded was to the fading echoes of my last dying call.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetry"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am...
Echoes
I screamed your name thousands of times, but the only time you responded was to the fading echoes of my last dying call.
