our legs entangled with the sheets barely covering out bodies as wisps of smoke escape our mouths, it makes me remember the time I was afraid of my own words. I was afraid that they won't be half as pretty as you.
you stroke my hair as you tell me your deepest thoughts, words you'd only say to me and no other. and the sun is setting yet again. I hope this never ends.
a/n: if it's real love do you stay in love forever?
YOU ARE READING
fallible
Poetryhonest to God I'm a sinner. raw poetry that makes you feel uncomfortable.
