The night you asked me
To be yours,
We were on the wall
Looking at the stars.
I ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶e̶d̶
I want
Nothing more
Than to be yours.
I thank the stars for you
Every night -
Even when they
Are in hiding.
YOU ARE READING
in h.e.r shoes
Poetrythis is a collection of poems i've drafted over the years. i think it is time for them to be set free.
