The me to you
Was the moon
Of the rose petals
And the flowers that
Come with the romance
But we all know that romance
Was the color of rosy red.
YOU ARE READING
The me to you, The me to her, The me to him, The me of you and me, in our dreams
PoesiaMy love letters of poetry to you Was the last memory that became the start of the dream And the only voice that becomes reality is the one I write in my stories from my dreams of you.
The me to you
The me to you
Was the moon
Of the rose petals
And the flowers that
Come with the romance
But we all know that romance
Was the color of rosy red.
