"I love you," You would tell me, the glint in your eyes melting and melding as if I was less than a savior but more of a healer to ever bunch up your pain and give its well-deserved metamorphosis.
Maybe you would not love me forevermore.
But at least you had loved me for the acrid aftertaste in your mouth to subside with the saccharine beginnings of my devotion to you.
So, hold me tightly right now and I will wrap you similarly to a duvet that would enlighten your first-ever birth in this world, our world to shelter for the time being.
YOU ARE READING
to my future love.
PoetryHave you ever felt the depths of your heart have its groundbreaking display to ever grace the world? It goes with the gentle zephyr to linger within every skip of the lonesome soul, every waltz of such faint fingertips, and every exaltation of sweet...
