You told me about the
storm in my eyes
and a hurricane within my heart
You hold my hand while whispering
sweet words in my ears
believe me when I say
Your presence calms my heart
every now and then.
YOU ARE READING
Promissory Note
Poesía"How many promises are turned into sorry?" *** Date Started: 05-23-20 Date Ended: 05-26-20
