You drew the line on the horizon.
It wasn't even discreet.
You drew it in gold, that sparkles as the morning sunshine reach its surface.
I wake up next to you every morning to see that line.
You told me not to cross it.
And that moment, I knew,
we're not going anywhere.
YOU ARE READING
Novels Not Long Enough (Poetry)
PuisiShe believes that even short phrases are novels. Like, "I love you." It was made up of multiple chapters in a person's life. Acted by a list of characters. There are problems and resolution in every parts. Just like a novel. Like novels not long eno...
