Sometimes I will reach out my hand just to touch you. A constant need to reassure myself that you won't simply vanish like a wonderful daydream.
"Are you real?" I sincerely wondered out loud. Your eyes light up with a mischievous simile that shattered my heart and I knew I was lost.
YOU ARE READING
Mia Bella Somniator
Poetry"I write because you exists" - Micheal Faudet Life is full of misfortunes. But Could it be That all my misfortunes Could actually be Immaculate Misconseptipns? And what of love? With its thorns turned red from my pricked fingers? How do we begi...
