romance
the gentle breeze
in the dark of night
fireworks exploding
on the Fourth of July
two lips colliding
meeting for the very first time
holding hands as skeletons
and sitting in
each other's company
comfortably
no touching
just space
yet interconnectedness;
romance.
YOU ARE READING
jellyfish hearts
Poesiathese poems are all of my unfinished works from Wattpad, and then some. i hope you enjoy xo
