I whisper your name
like a secret
in hushed rooms
and heaving breaths
on a summer day in mid-MayAnd even when the love is futile
you cup my hands
and fill me to the brim
overflowing
of broken petals of May
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Miscellanea
PoetryThis is a collection of prose, poems, and quotes continuing Trinkets. If you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you!
Overflowing
I whisper your name
like a secret
in hushed rooms
and heaving breaths
on a summer day in mid-MayAnd even when the love is futile
you cup my hands
and fill me to the brim
overflowing
of broken petals of May