just some words on a page, but they mean so much more than that✨🤎 :)
Darling, The moon is still, And The moon is still the moon In all of its phases. Darling, I am still, And I am still here
By Harleen 🤎3 years ago in Poets
Its on the walls Covered by flowers, Its on the ceiling Hung by strings, Its on the ground And Buried beneath, All the evidence
Sweet, sane, flower; Don’t bend too low. Don’t break your spine. The bud is young, She’ll learn to shine. As all the other flowers are
What once was lost Can be found. What once was plucked Can regrow. Like an idea or passion that they claimed would attract weeds, so you plucked it out yourself,
so grateful am i to have seen what few have seen, but it is more than just to witness for this few and i, for we have seen each other.
She lives in the air Cold and crisp Coaxing you kindly to breathe it in She lives in the echoes That get quieter and quieter but live on here from now on until forever
Its lovely, The rain. Blurring your image Yet letting me taste the words on your lips The ones you are too afraid to admit.
He tasted like poetry Like letters and words, And dimensions and worlds. Not so mundane, But if music may be the language of love, life and wonder,
