her head on my shoulder
my heart on my throat
i thought i was day dreaming
a gentle wind sailing our boat.
it seemed too good
to be true,
but for once
my sky wasn't blue —
it was burning red,
bright and bold
the colour of love
or so i was told.
my heart seemed so full
my hand in her hold
the moment felt so right
like a poem written in gold.
@allisafawn | 2023
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Poetrya poetry collection on life, rebirth, acception, rejection, betrayal, friendship, love, heartbreak, doubt, freedom. . . and everything that life gives us as a blessing. a narrative representing this enigmatic world from the eyes of a curious girl l...
