I thought you were... a library
Who gave me stories and new things I never wanted.
But you're a poem
Just a piece of rhymes that never been spoken nor existed.
Likewise, you're not a butterfly
That flying around my mind and expect me to follow you.
Because you're a firefly
That I thought you were... the stars in the night at the same old blue.
:<
it's still not the end. don't worry.
YOU ARE READING
TURTLES
PoesíaThis is a compilation of thoughts I have created and grown over my younger youth. A bucket full of randomized downfalls flowing with a young innocent and reckless love. Interpreting life as a fabled fantasy slowly forming paths of footprints in the...
