Your love made
a million fireworks in me,
ignite.
When I became full,
I bled light.
C❤️
YOU ARE READING
The Writer and Her Twilight
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where twilight becomes your blanket to hide that you cry.
Your love made
a million fireworks in me,
ignite.
When I became full,
I bled light.
C❤️