I envy the way the sun can kiss your face
And how the gentle breeze can run through you hair
I wish I was the raindrops that touch your skin
Or the snowflakes that fall onto your tongue
I want to be the stars that light up your sky
And the flower that's held within your hand
I 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
