ೋღ ♥ ೋღ
As sky’s clouds float gently along,
The whispering breeze sings her song.
The scent of flowers wafting past
Brings back sweet moments clung to fast. 82 more words
And every poem about you turns into a page of blacked out lines.
“But he kisses me like breathing, like coming home.” Left in the middle. 49 more words