the feeling of your head
on my chest
as the beats of my heart
translate to
"you are mine
and maybe one day
I'll be yours"
YOU ARE READING
When the Leaves Fall Off
PoésieI am not a poet, I'm just very angry. This is all the emotion I've kept inside for so long. This is me behind the masks. This is me when the leaves fall off.
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the feeling of your head
on my chest
as the beats of my heart
translate to
"you are mine
and maybe one day
I'll be yours"
