Just imagine us.
We could be,
quite beautiful thing,
you and me.
If only soulmates were real,
and my love wasn't so hard to feel.
But oh well,
I'll imagine us still,
underneath these starry skies.
YOU ARE READING
Who's Heart is This Anyway
PuisiJust some poems that I come up with on my own time... Here's a sample of one in the book: We were a kaleidoscope of colors, Twisting and turning, At every possible moment. A new masterpiece at every view.
