Dear Anonymous,
Your eyes hold everything my soul thirsts for, your lips on mine is all I desire. The warmth of your body next to mine, lights a fire deep down inside. Can't you see that I'm lost in an ocean of you? I'd rather drown in your shadows than swim in someone else's light. It's you...
...because no one else makes sense. You will always be the feeling that I felt too much, deep down inside my heart burns for you.
Yours truly,
Your secret admirer.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia • Book One
Poetrycurrently - completed. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. A book of different genres of poems and so on, but it's also just an...
