i remember that day. the day we had nowhere to be. except in that moment. wrapped in each other. they couldn't see. the end of you. the beginning of me. the world in our hands. our hands cradled as one. beyond that i remember. the look in your eyes. eyes locked in mine. the look my mother gives my father. when no one's looking. when everyone's looking. and i called that look love. do you remember. how you felt about me. i do. because i felt the same. and you knew. i still do. and i cannot tell you. how many nights sleep will not come. because i cannot stop. wondering if you will ever look at me that way again.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
the art of flowering
Poesíathe art of flowering is a collection of poetry for every heartache divided into chapters to coat your heart whenever you need it most she will teach you how to gather every piece of you that is broken and turn them into a beautiful mosaic **updates...
