You're the artwork of my dreams,
the unspoken and unseen.
My eyes latched onto your words,
unheard but not illiterate. It was
understandable why I fell despite
the unusual.
How could I not when
every corner of your canvas
spoke & called for me.
How could I not when
everything on the canvas
you've decorated felt like
a home build for me.
YOU ARE READING
Perfectly Imperfect, You
PoetryA collection of the emotions you brought to me To the untouchable - love between two worlds *Translations for this book is strictly prohibited.* ® All Rights Reserved.
