We keep finding memories to share
ones even smaller than the ones before
but as we speak them to each other,
they seem to get bigger and bigger.
And I realize
when I though we'd ran out
of memories to tell,
we'd only skimmed the surface.
Because our love story
is as deep as the oceans.
And the look in your eyes
when you gazed at me
during those moments
was the biggest thing of all.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Maybe Mondegreen
Poesia"Her night was wasted away on people who live in the day" Free verse, word spill. Poems from a teenage girl about heartbreak, love, sadness, and hope. [[COMPLETED]]
