polished petals
fluttering eyelashes
soft love, gentle rain
unsure gestures that promised everything and nothing
confessions made in the midst of dancing hearts and foggy minds
the world being gentle with hearts made of glass
love was a soul meeting another and realizing for the first time what it meant to care for someone
love was prevalent
love was real.
YOU ARE READING
of stars and lost dreams
Puisijust a simple, small book of bits of poetry, small things I've written over time
