One day I want our hearts to be beating in sync
And your fingers to fill the spaces between mine
As your hand traces starry patterns on my palm
One day I'll get over my fear and get a tattoo
It'll be one of a compass with the word 'home' written across its needle
So when you lie next to me it will point at you
I want to be able to stargaze into your eyes
And call it my favourite occupation
As the constellations in there are hooded with the clouds of sleepiness
And lastly, one day I want to tell you all these
But I'm afraid you'll just dismiss them
As the fantasies of a hopelessly romantic idiot
YOU ARE READING
incandescent
PoetryBecause our love was like a fire: sometimes we let it consume us, and others we made it shine. A collection of poems.
