you are
the sun;
the center of
my erratic universe
and I am just
a cloud of
recycled dust
pulled in by
your gravity.
hold me baby,
just for a little while
before
my heart implodes
and I cease to exist
YOU ARE READING
Roses, Cherry Vodka & Her Perfume
PoetryA collection of (almost) love poetry inspired by my beautiful and exotic princess of a muse. (Please please please read and leave comments, I need some critics because I wanna give this to her as a present)
