Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
Your sadness puts salt on my old wounds,
I don't know how to heal you,
I'm full of swords in my blood.
My sadness falls into your sadness.
Your mouth cuts off my words,
I don't have thousands of
Answers to your question,
But we will talk about it,
Even in our absence.
Your clothes hide the traces of my skin,
But I always hear you telling me
That you have nothing to wear,
Just put my soul over you...