Under the moonlight, our hearts entwine.
You take my hand and the grass kisses my feet.
Ours intertwined fingers tells a story that shouldn't be speak.
This ours.
Down to the lake, this is the chance.
You take my heart and hide it atop of the highest branch.
Our face just one that would never break.
This is ours.
Up in the shinning heels, this is how I feel.
I fall and the sunflowers kisses my nose.
Our gaze forever find its other piece.
This is ours.
Infront of the red fire, you takes all my blues
Snow flakes, hot coco and flickering flames warm my love.
Our forever after drawing in the ashes.
This is ours.
That fall gave me your heart,
That spring you took your chance,
That summer you wrote your name next to mine on the strongest tree,
That winter warmed me with your love,
That is how I remember the right way you loved.
That was ours.
Lilly, august 25th 2024
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Lone Willow and Heartbreak creeks - collection of poems
PoetryThis a collection a poems.
