It’s not your face that I want to dream about tonight, it’s mine—with my happiest smile—that if you look beyond my eyes, in it you’ll see your reflection—you being my lovely world.
Day: June 1, 2017
12:10a
The ground where the flower grows seems to be prettier and stronger than the flower itself.
late night muse
with you—
late night talks and walks,
who wouldn’t want to be
enveloped by the dark sky
with the brightest person
you know in the universe?
