Your lips like cotton candy,
Melting beneath my tongue.
Hair like feathers,
my fingers make it take flight.
Eyes like pools,
My own eyes going for a swim.
Our hearts,
Two shooting stars
flying through the sky.
Fluttering eyelashes against my cheek,
A promise that we'll always be
two souls
on a carousel.
Spinning,
Spinning,
S p i n n i n g.
YOU ARE READING
2:00 A.M.
PoetryThe moons out, I have a pen in hand. I wish I were writing the stars down by name, but these are only thoughts. Thoughts I like to call poems. ⭐
