In the golden hours I remain silent
thinking about how lucky I was
when you danced with me all night.
In the golden hours I wonder
what it would be like if
you were mine and not his
YOU ARE READING
Among Wildflowers
PoesíaI'm sitting here, among wildflowers watching the sunset while i'm writing this are you gonna look at me or at the wildflowers while i write this to you? Cover by: @princessofbees
