come with me
and we could sleep in the stars.
we could hold hands and look down at the world and forget whatever we were frightened of.
and this world won't stop making you cry.
so maybe the stars wouldn't be so bad.
just to forget where i am
and to dream of nothing at all.
that's what i'd like right now.
come with me, love.
rest your head next to mine.
YOU ARE READING
love is like a roller coaster
Poésie𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. the hopeless ramblings of a hopeless romantic. > (completed)
