Let's run in a field full of tulips, barefooted, our hair playing with the wind along with my flowing dress with the same hue as the sky above us.
Let's walk in the sand alongside where the sun meets the sea, your hands encircled in my waist. Honey, I can walk till the end of this boulevard as long as I'm with you.
Let's stay inside our comfortable home, where we watch the raindrops in our windowpane, my head resting on chest.
Love, there's no better comfort than you.
— evita. in my dreams, we will
YOU ARE READING
Dearest Reverie
PoetryCollection of words that keeps me up at night, the ones written in my nonexistent diary a few months ago, words I may or may not mean. All Rights Reserved 2020
