We drive with the roof down
Through an avenue of beeches
Forming a canopy over our heads.
The sun warms my face while
The wind plays with my hair.
I throw my hands up in the air
And whoop like a joyful sprite.
Drew chuckles beside me,
A genuine, heartfelt delight
From the depths of his soul.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Woodland Bliss
Poesía"Never will I fall in love again." -- Ravella "They keep telling me to make the first move, but it's not that simple." -- Andrew ___ Drew has crippling social anxiety. Vella has scars that run deep. Two friends decide to give love another chance. __...
