When she is weak, I fell weak too. I hold her close. Trembling between my hands she lays her head on my chest. She doesn’t know that but after a while I feel strong forgetting that that I’m the one who is supposed to make her feel that way. Sometimes I wish if I can put all of her pains in a bubble and blow it away with the cold winds of autumn. I wish it was as simple as that. Afterwards, we avoid looking at each other in the eyes because we are afraid the eyes will tell. The only way to avoid this is lying on our bed next to each other staring at the ceiling holding hands, and waiting to sleep, hoping that tomorrow things will change!
End
The vision girl
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