Creative Writer Mental Health Therapist
Get behind my walls,
there's depths of pain
to be acknowledged
but still not known
...
I reside in her heart
Yet I live alone
In the shadowed past,
In the uncertain future.
...
The heart gets calm
Memories become warm
Eyes start sparkling,
When something is missing.
...
Your eyes were coffee beans
rich and dark,
swimming in pure white milk.
I once loved those eyes,
...