to someone i've yet to meet:
i think of every pair of lips
that will kiss yours
like day kisses night good morning
and every hand that will twine its
fingers with your own
like lost children seeking a home
and every heart that will fall in
and out of love with you
ever so slowly and all at once
and i go to sleep at night
knowing you will choose the lips
and the hands and heart
that belong to me.
because how else
would you be mine and i yours
without us belonging a little
to others
first?
YOU ARE READING
little blue flowers
PoésieA collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As thou...
