Your whispers, a lullaby.
Voice like a nightingale.
Eyes bluer than the sky.
Leads to you a star trail.
The billowy aroma when you walk by,
And noticing every other detail.
Fantasizing about you and I.
Why don't we begin our tale?
YOU ARE READING
Soliloquy✨
PoetryThe emotions that are hidden eventually come out and wreck you inside out✨
Adoring You💙
Your whispers, a lullaby.
Voice like a nightingale.
Eyes bluer than the sky.
Leads to you a star trail.
The billowy aroma when you walk by,
And noticing every other detail.
Fantasizing about you and I.
Why don't we begin our tale?