i can't really think of anything else right now.
the sun basks you in honeysuckle and the blue sky embraces your fragile body with care. you close your eyes and i can't help but scrutinize every detail of your face. how we are here together is one thing i cannot fathom.
i can't really think of anything else right now.
the pastel-tinted evening seems to reflect the colours in your eyes and the breeze softly blows your curls towards the side of your face. as if straight out of a shakespearean poem, you are exquisite and other-worldly.
i can't really think of anything else right now,
except the way you look under the milky moon tonight.
YOU ARE READING
crimson
Poetry'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
