Darling you're a masterpiece,
A painting that hasn’t been framed,
A flower from the wilderness,
That hasn’t yet been named.
You're art and you're magic,
Your eyes are windows to your soul,
You're thoughts are prettier than the moon,
Your arms always feel like home.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories
Poesiamidnight silk flows from her head and a stormy sea lies in her eyes magic flows every time she speaks a crimson silence dancing across her lips
