Your fingers perched
on my hand.
Sharing whispers about sand
and shore
and all the things we could explore.
You're the best thing
that i have ever laid my eyes on.
You left a crease in my book,
altered some words.
Now i can't get rid of you.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Tales Of Your Truest Lover // poetry
PoetryYou aren't even mine. Highly inspired by August // Taylor Swift.
