Gentle.
A faint strum on the harsh guitar strings, as soft as your skin.
Shared secrets in the pillow fort, as quiet as your voice.
My favorite songs on repeat, as your heart beats.
Freshly-baked pastries, as your touch.
And the cold winters, as your eyes.
Everything so typical,yet so
Gentle.
YOU ARE READING
Unknown words
Poetrya trashy poem book filled with words i've stocked up in my brain for too long.
