I want to dance with you in fields of flowers
Spinning and spinning and spinning
Our laughs echoing through the empty spaces
Feeling like children
Until we can no longer stand, and collapse on top of each other
And hold hands and make flower crowns for each other and talk about the future and the past
Anything and everything
And I want you to think I'm pretty
YOU ARE READING
Pretty Things, like the Moon and You (a stream of thought by a girl in love)
PoetryThis was supposed to be a poem But I can't write one, because there are no assortments of these 26 letters that showcase how I feel You are poetry in and of yourself And I swear I can feel words and metaphors Etched into every part of my skin you ha...
