Part Three
Broken Not a halal love story Complete · about 1 min read
Broken into fragments,
Heartbeats - counted, limited.
Yet, I’d give all the beats I have left
To hear my name escape your lips, again
Ours is a togetherness that honors the beauty of our
solitude.
A
Heartbeats - counted, limited.
Yet, I’d give all the beats I have left
To hear my name escape your lips, again
Ours is a togetherness that honors the beauty of our
solitude.
A