Somewhere far far away, beyond the realm of allure and distaste, exists a small bench. I will meet you there, to wipe away the clouds of doubts from your mind. We will sit there, beneath the very sky which refused to house you in the night and was tired of me staring at it desperately. We shall sit and look in different directions, thinking ten different things, and yet rounding up on similar tones. We shall sing the same songs in our mind, for I am a million times a better s
She listens to me
Even if I’ve nothing to say.
And she sees things in me,
When I have nothing to show. She stays with me,
When I have nothing to give,
She stands by me,
When I’m struggling to live. She talks to me,
Even if I can’t see her above.
She comes back to me,
When I’m struggling to love. #Love #HeShe #Poetry #She