staring at
each other from afarholding hands
under the tablewaking up
to your eyes opendancing in
the kitchen to our songlate night talks
under starlightstealing kisses
with a smilegrowing old
in our own worldthat's what i want.
YOU ARE READING
pictures i paint in my head
Poetryfor my tears will dry one day. just not today. [this is a collection of poems, helping me to cope with my struggles]