come, come
let us hide under our blankets
and gaze at the stars
one hand of mine
under my head
one
intertwined with yours
the sound of music
on our lips
the fireflies buzzing
above us
the moon
outlining your beauty
the darkness allowing you to
glow
come, come
let us hide under our blankets
and gaze at the stars
let us lie under our blankets
and gaze at the face
next to ours
YOU ARE READING
Broken Teacups
Poesíapoetry and prose from a treacherous soul [highly pretentious in the hopes of being highly aesthetic] [lowercase intended] Cover by @LyssiDee
