you are the winter;
numb my mind with
delicate, snow-flake words;
melting when
the gold graces you
(I'd be okay if
the sun disappeared
forever if it meant
you could stay)
YOU ARE READING
Roses, Cherry Vodka & Her Perfume
PoesiaA 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)
