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...