here's what i'd love to do with you :
under the september sky, we dance to the rhythm of the wind and i lay my head on your chest as you sing along to the songs of the earth. when we're done swaying, it would be your turn to lay your head on my lap as i read to you my favourite book. i stroke your soft curls as you him along to my words. when the sun finally hides under the moon, we look up to sky and make constellations of you and i.
YOU ARE READING
crimson
Poetry'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
