staring at
each other from afar
holding hands
under the table
waking up
to your eyes open
dancing in
the kitchen to our song
late night talks
under starlight
stealing kisses
with a smile
growing old
in our own world
that's what i want.
YOU ARE READING
pictures i paint in my head
Poetryfor my tears will dry one day. just not today. [this is a collection of poems, helping me to cope with my struggles]
