it was 2 a.m.
and a
whisper of thoughts,
crossed through my
mind.
you were the lingering scent
on my sheets,
your voice was my music.
and you were as beautiful
as the stars themselves.
i would stare outside,
wishing and hoping,
that you would be my star.
YOU ARE READING
spilled ink✔
SpiritualA bind-up of 13 teenagery poems by WingWriter. "The stars completed the night. Without them, it was a dull blue with nothing to embellish them.♡" #796 in Spiritual (7.13.17) #759 in Spiritual (7.19.17) #640 in Spiritual (7.21.17) #449 in Spiritual (...
