He smelt like forest and rain
And I couldn't help but get intoxicated,
He shone bright like the sun
And I couldn't prevent myself from closing my eyes,
He laughed like jingling tiny bells
And I couldn't restrain myself from dancing to his rhythm,
I think I am way in too deep
Already.
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Ink
PoetryRaw poetry of a lost soul; a wanderer, a star gazer and a reader.
