I guess I just have to blow the candles now. Maybe we were something in another life. Maybe our hands used to hold each other.
But not today or tomorrow or ever. We don't even belong in the same atmosphere. How is it that I could feel your soul 17 hours away?
- Inspired thoughts - the chronicles of something.
#thought #poetic maybe? I am not so sure #poem or #poetry maybe #writing this out while I am getting so mellowed out with all these sad songs. Gosh!