Oh that light is too bright
I can't see
Oh that smile is nice
I think I am falling
Oh those eyes are too handsome
I think I like them
Oh that guy is too cute
I think I fell in love with a random guy
YOU ARE READING
if the skies were blue
Poesiewill 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)
