i want to be a poet,
with cursive that flows like a river,
i want fingers that bleed ink,
i want words that make a crowd shiver.
i want to write of beauty,
of sorrows and stardust.
i want a love that burns as hot,
as my cup of starbucks✨
i want to be a poet,
with cursive that flows like a river,
i want fingers that bleed ink,
i want words that make a crowd shiver.
i want to write of beauty,
of sorrows and stardust.
i want a love that burns as hot,
as my cup of starbucks✨