The me to her
Was the girl off of my red queen
Of rose petaled shoulders
And carried her like the heart on my chest
And she was the rosy red in a story
And rosalinda out into the world.
YOU ARE READING
The me to you, The me to her, The me to him, The me of you and me, in our dreams
PoésieMy 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 her
The me to her
Was the girl off of my red queen
Of rose petaled shoulders
And carried her like the heart on my chest
And she was the rosy red in a story
And rosalinda out into the world.
