I want a love like
the water and the shore
always meeting again
even after they are pulled away so many times
a love like the sun and the moon
for the moon dies each morning
just to let the sun breathe
love like a girl loves the sound of her high heels
softly clicking on the wood floor
A love like the wind shares with the leaves
always picking them up
even when they fall
YOU ARE READING
Words left unsaid
RandomThis little book is my outlet. Words I never said, but wanted to. Because some thoughts are small in size, but miles in meaning.
