In the middle of the night,
Under the crescent moon,
Surrounded by its soft glow,
And wrapped in each other's halo,
We whispered promises of forevers,
And happily ever afters,
That we both knew we couldn't afford.
YOU ARE READING
The word spill of a messed up mind.
PoetryAs the title suggests, its basically just a bunch of poems or snippets that pop up in my head. ❤ You are that best selling poetry I never got to write, but could only read and fall in love in love with. ❤
