here is to a man of staggering delicacy
who speaks words with acumen
whose hair burns in the sun and blinds its surroundings
with whom every day rythmed by laughter
whose skin is covered in angel's kisses
who puts his heart before his intellect
yeux voient mon âme soeur
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of the night
Poetryjust some poems i wrote when i couldn't sleep they're not great, i just needed to write them down
