Reach out to me
And hold my hand,
Let's be free
And lay in the sand.
At a cold, dark beach,
Under the starry sky.
Your lips taste like peach,
They're a beautiful lie.
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Midnight Poetry | poems by L.M.
PoetryI'm pouring my heart and soul into combinations of words that contain all my love and pain in rhymes and verses. [working in progress, irregular updates]
Dream.
Reach out to me
And hold my hand,
Let's be free
And lay in the sand.
At a cold, dark beach,
Under the starry sky.
Your lips taste like peach,
They're a beautiful lie.
