#wordstolive

In your skin, there are freckles, there are stars, and there are radial colors – the veins of my heart.

I have spent my life searching for the ordinary, but I ended up finding myself terribly drunk on your grief.

I had no one else to lean on to except the fact that I missed you sensibly; with all what I could not touch– I was beginning to be sickly for most days anticipating once again to witness you; in sleepless nights, I kept on wondering, to which arms you were holding, to whom those eyes you were staring; thought after thought, I was building these little sadness, my tears belonged to you, my cold hands treading for your warmth on the empty blanket next to me finding only the hollow parts of your form.

I have had the similar inkling to the ones, and to those respectively, with the onset of this angelic face, where the redness of her cheek visibly kissed by the sun:  sweet-scented, sweet-smelling, she with a pleasing face, she with a gentle nature, she with a sore heart, oh, love of my life, murmurous.