You read me through how my pupils have expanded looking at you, how much burnt pages of my past you can grasp out of my silence. I look blank at you, with all the strength I have, to not reveal my darkest experiences and emotions. But one day, I'll transform into an Open Book, as my story would only remain. When my ashes would have dusted to sublte fragrance of the moist ground underneath you. #spillpoetry #spilledink #lovepoem #poetries #lifequotes #stories
