she's the breathe i wake up to in the morning; and the inhales of coffee flavored scents.
she's the moon and the sun; while i just remain as a black hole lost in space.
she's the 'u' in muse and the sun in shine
she keeps me happy everyday i just feel like i could die
why cant the words that leave my fingertips reach her brain?
why cant she know that every word my hands are painting on the digital diary; all are her?
//1) this sucked lol whoops
2) go chECK OUT MY NEW STORY "the anatomy of a heart" i jUST PUT UP A NEW CHAPTER OKAY THANKS
YOU ARE READING
POETRY
Poetrya lot of poems i spend my free time writing, xoxo. (lowercase intended) ©raining-
