He used to read me.
yes
he used to read my eyes
he used to read my hands
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
