"she thought of him as her reason to breathe, her place that she felt comfort.
Her sun, her moon and all the stars.
He thought of her as another human being in whom he was tied to with a string of fate. Another string for his collection of them on his pinky.
She was blinded by her sun and her love for it, but she knew deep down.
She loved him.
He liked her.
and that was all. "
YOU ARE READING
in short; it's poetry.
Poetrypoems that i've found at midnight hidden in my cluttered heart.
