I want to loose my self
In a world nobody knows
I want to travel back in time
And meet you there
Fall in love
Where roses bloom
Where the skies
Are bright blue
And the kisses
Are the ones I give to you
YOU ARE READING
if the skies were blue
Poetrywill you still remember me, the pouring rain and the empty bottles of wine. a small piece of art to devour slowly. hold my hand and let's walk the fields of poetry and vulnerability, as I show you a glimpse of my writing. (I know so cheesy lol)
