Sweatpants.
Windy nights.
Hot chocolate
And a man that does it right.
He wraps his arms around my waist
With our feet intertwined
pulls me closer and closer
as we move into the night
It was perfection
Cloud nine,
A dream come true
I'd thought in my mind
But even dreams don't last
They disappear as soon as they appear
Just as fast
As we had veered
Nothing but a paper that brought us together
Nothing but a paper that tore us apart
Sweatpants.
Windy nights.
Hot chocolate
And just me.
YOU ARE READING
Ours
PoetryThese are certain snippets of my thoughts that I'd like to share. Please handle them with care. Thank you
