( worst poem ever, there you go :3 )
butterflies
way up high
aqua skies
it must be nice
if i could fly
i'd fly to you
and when i'd arrive
i wouldn't believe my eyes
such a catastrophic blue sight
i'd be left tounge-tied
fluttered inside, with butterflies
poised, flapping gracefully shy
could it really be you this time?
YOU ARE READING
𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐲 ( 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 '𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕')
Poetry❝ 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨. 𝘿𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙙𝙤𝙩𝙚 ❞ Hey there, it's me, Clara! Yeah, I bet you're wondering right now why on earth I'm publishing yet another songbook, when my c...
