Our love was pale pink
The color of true love.
I like to think that we were perfect
But they always say no ones perfect.
But loving all of your imperfections is what made you perfect
And I love every single thing about you.
YOU ARE READING
Lost Poems
PoesíaThese are all a collection of poems and thoughts I have written so please don't take them as I have written them from my own personal experiences.
