You're beyond my imagination
You're better than anything I write
Ignore my ink soaked fingers
I wrote about you the past night
The ink on my hand is red
The ink of love has stained my heart
RED Is all that is left with me
How could you not see all this?
My love?
YOU ARE READING
Moonlight (Poetry)
Poetry"I know I'm sunk deep to this point To the point where I'm drowned Into this bowl of honey I feel I feel like there's no other way out" A collection of poems about love, admiration and fondness.
