sometimes i go for
night walks
with your thoughts,
they hold my hands
and fill the gaps
in between fingers,
we walk miles
on the lonely streets,
sometimes they feel
tired, then
i will pick them up
in my arms,
like a baby
they wrap tightly
around my neck,
and we come back
from where we started.
night walks
with your thoughts,
they hold my hands
and fill the gaps
in between fingers,
we walk miles
on the lonely streets,
sometimes they feel
tired, then
i will pick them up
in my arms,
like a baby
they wrap tightly
around my neck,
and we come back
from where we started.
No comments:
Post a Comment