There was something about the way
the sun hit him just right,
the way the rays danced upon his skin
like each one was peppering
tiny kisses onto him.
Like the entire earth's nature
derived from his soul,
and I was merely the girl
who was in love with him.
YOU ARE READING
Specks Of Stardust #Wattys2015
Poetry❝ And when midnight strikes and the ink spills through the page, all that you are becomes stardust. ❞ In which a girl writes about the words unspoken, the feelings unresolved, the memories unforgotten, and the boy who caused them all.
