l'll paint you a picture
with the red on my lips
and whispered nothings stitched together
where my canvas is your skin
I'll write you a book
from those lovely fleeting times
where you gave me your subtle looks
and I gave you mine
And I'll swim to the ends of our spherical love
when you drift away in attempt to stay above
the haunting waters of memories that surface now and again
of me coming back into your life as more than just a friend
YOU ARE READING
of demons and love
Poesía(2014-2016) I closed my eyes because I didn't want to see someone I love, love everyone but me.
