I envy the way the sun can kiss your face
And how the gentle breeze can run through you hairI wish I was the raindrops that touch your skin
Or the snowflakes that fall onto your tongueI want to be the stars that light up your sky
And the flower that's held within your handI ache to be the moonlight that shines in your eyes
Because at least for that moment I meant something to you
YOU ARE READING
Why don't you speak out loud instead of living in your head
PoetryJust a bunch of shitty poems and song attempts