I want to be a part of his yesterday. I want to show him the stars and the earth. I want to see his eyes light up when she smiles. I want to stay up until 4am just holding him and talking about why the world is broken and why we're whole.
I want to find an ancient castle and be his princess. I want to ballroom dance, or even just regular dance with him. I want to fight off night terrors and protect him with a silver glinted sword. I want to snuggle into his hoodie.
I want to roller skate down a sidewalk in autumn hand in hand with him. I want to ride the back of a motorcycle and never be afraid because I know i'm safe with him. I want to introduce him to a goddess. I want to fly with him. I want to see him face to face. I want him.
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Her Favourite Color Is Yellow
PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts, my all-consuming love, my everything... How it feels to find love, to lose it and to get it back. Also a couple of letters to people who mean a lot to me.
