Voice so fragile it hurts when you talk
skin so soft it turns red when you are out
kiss so pure you radiate your love
but I wonder why they ask if your love's pure
Never had the guts to yell at the boy
when he was hurting, so bad you crumbled
to the ground, tearing up like a stream
starting to grow little by little
When you are alone open that treasure box,
where you put all of your dreams
back when you were younger, wild and honest
about expressing what happiness felt
YOU ARE READING
Letters for you...
PoetryThis is a collection of rhythms that came to my head when I day dream. So, I hope you enjoy them. And another thing they are very much personal to me and I hope you read them with a open heart....... Love you, xoxo
