give me the love of soft sticky mornings
of late night dancing to no music
of flour thrown during 3am baking sessions
give me the love made for the soft souls
the ones who smile and hide their pain
the ones who don't mind when a server takes an order wrong.
the ones who look to the skies
give me the love made for shots of expresso in human form
YOU ARE READING
set fire to my soul
Poetrythis is a story of my feelings. all words are mine in this unless otherwise specified. enjoy :) Warning: mature language
