xxxviii. TAKE ME HOME IN YOUR ARMS.
the stars,
they remind me of you.
soft yet loud, beautifully breathtaking, but too far away. i can only hope that one day when the planets align and you aren't distracted by the beauty of the moon, you look down at me
and see the way you reflect
in my sunlit eyes
and mistaken me for one of your own.
YOU ARE READING
on this day.
Poetryxvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55
