The way she tells me I'm her
And she is mine
It looks ugly, but it's rare
as sweet
as her lips
as blue as her weep
Sometimes,
it just felt right
but somehow
it isn't enough,
It's rare when
your eyes tell me
there is too much
on your heart
but,
too little on your voice
And
It has always been
about little things
Tiny smile
Blushes cheek
Furious glimpse
And she was mine..
The Moon and Her 1.0
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The Moon and Her 1.0
PoetryMy first poetry collection, written with all of my heart for the bravest soul out there.. Broken isn't bad, broken is a poetry.. Note : credit for all amazing pictures @broken_isnt_bad @henn_kim I wrote poem for those pictures..
