I remember it, darling,
I remember the smallest of the things
You do and say.
Crazy of me to expect the same.
Being naive surely is
Both a blessing and a curse,
I feel like the happiest person,
From the smallest of the things
Like, you texting me
Or you using an exclamatory mark.
This is the blessing.
And the cruse is that, just like this,
Even the smallest of the things
Can get me hurt.
Like when you don't react as I expect
Or when you don't complement me.
YOU ARE READING
From the sky to the moon
Poetry"Just like the phases of the moon, ☾ My everything starts with me and ends with you ☽ And between us is the love we share that binds us together, Does your everything starts with you and ends with me too, my love?" ✨ these are some poems I wrote for...
