It's your messy hair
That makes me want to intertwine our fingers so bad
It's the little light in your eyes
That makes me blindly in love with you
And it's the shape of your heart, mind and soul
That makes me feel alive
As if there's nothing else to oxygen my lungs
Fill me again and let's fly away
Like little bugs who just discovered the world
YOU ARE READING
-a list of things I can't say out loud
Poetryreally bad poetry • all photos are mine // todas las fotos son mías •
