Looks like the millenium we spent together, well, the decades we were"us" was a special plan of falling apart. If I'm to swear, I love you. All this is a planned coincidence. Things fall apart and can be glued together. only when the pieces are big enough. I swear it I love you But me and you are shattered. Some parts, scattered and lost We can't 'just' be glued together, but even so... My eyes imitate a dried up well And my heart an over-flooded desert!
My name is Aline Amike . This is my poetry blog . Will announce if I want to something else to it . When I can't say things out loud plain , I write poems . That's another way to get things out and to share your views about the outside world . So welcome to my poetry world . Hope you enjoy !