You. I see your face in my
dreams. I can't seem to breath when I'm in
the same room as you. The patterns of
my world shift when you're
in it.
YOU ARE READING
Peaceful Scenic Poetry
PoetryStaring into his deep, ocean blue eyes. Yellow butterflies, fluttering over a field of dandelions. A picnic on a red gingham blanket, strawberries and laughter. Cuddled up on the couch, rewatching a favorite movie. This book is finished. However, I...
