i met this girl,
this girl with brown eyes,
with long black hair,
with soft, round cheeks,
and let me tell you,
she was one spectacular lady.
because of her,
i once again poured out my feelings,
my heart started to feel alive again,
and my world stopped being monochromatic.
she brought down the curtain,
that blocked the sunlight.
she was the blanket,
that warmed me on a cold day.
and she?
she was the lady i adored a lot.
YOU ARE READING
letters to you.
Poesíadoesnt have a genre, this'll be my diary for the person i like but since i dont have the courage to tell her these, im just going to write them. dont attack me because of the future mistakes i'll make. i may or may not edit this, for, as i said, thi...
