you picked me up in the middle of the night said we were heading for the ocean breeze. we laid the blankets down on the cold white sand, and as i looked up at the stars, you reached for my hand.
YOU ARE READING
constellated stars
Poetry❝no❞ might make him angry, but it will set you free. - if no one has ever told you, your freedom is more important than their anger. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #28 in poetry #25 in poetrycollection
