millions,
or even billions of words there are,
and i still cant describe how beautiful she is.
she was this shooting star,
that you would wait for every single night.
she was this cloud,
that you stare at every single morning.
the smile that she does when she's happy,
makes my living on this world,
somewhat evergreen.
shes that woman,
whom you would never forget,
not only because of her adorable face,
but also her wonderful heart.
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...
