He used to read me.

He used to read me.

yes

he used to read my eyes

he used to read my hands

soften them

handle them

he used to toutch my hair

smell it

brush it with his fingers

yes

he used to toutch my face

with his bright eyes

staring at me like it would be the last time

or the first time

yes

he used to read my eyes

and my heart

and my soul through it

yes

I used to stare at him

like he was the only in the world

that's why

yes

that's why my eyes where wide open

to his

dreaming of a future that never came

lost

in deep misunderstanding

shadows of love

shadows of brightness

shadows of fear

shadows of others

shadows...

hmarg - 2024-24-06