you illustrate my words
and bring me to life
you give me colors
and doesn't leave me every night
you draw things you'd give me
and I'd kiss you everytime that your illustration sinks within my heart
I am willing to be illustrated
by your curious heart
turn me to art.
YOU ARE READING
tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
