Random words come flying in my head like a train of thoughts that is racing trough my mind. The red stop sign seems to be hiding from the storm of wrongs and wrights.
Can i seek shelter in your arms? Or is this not my time. You insecurely glance over my face while my lips are seeking yours. Little butterfly's are unleeched from their safehouse. But ain't it to early to be spring while the snowflakes are still jumping down the mistletoe.
JE LEEST
More Than Just A SMILE
PoetryEen poëzie boekje met mooie tekstjes en quote in die iedereen die een hart heeft kunnen raken. Want iedereen verdient more than just a smile!! Cover made by: anoniemwolfjex
