forgive me
for being sentimental
but it's half
past seven
between the dark blue sky
and the palm tree we're leaning against
i am in his arms
he smells like rain
god i love him
he could vanish
in a second
he is a hollywood
lie
YOU ARE READING
the forms of all my lovers : poetry
Poesiaa collection of my poetry. pictures used mostly paintings by cesar biojo 🌟 thank you for reading!
