The light morning breeze caressing our cheeks.
The smell of the rain on the ground, yellow leaves under our feet.
Our coffee breaths coming together.
Six in the morning, two hearts, two hands, one love
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Bad poetry at 2a.m.
PoesiaSome thoughts can be scary sometimes, and that's the most interesting thing about our minds. we're able to scare ourselves just by producing thoughts. This is a small collection of poems that i wrote when my brain felt like it was on fire and stuck...
