I want to wrap you in a blanket of stars,
kiss the moonstones behind your eyelids
and pray to the cosmos that you'd never leave my galaxies.
They say shooting stars aren't always real
but if so then why did my wishes come true?
My shooting star shot through the gleaming sky
and brought along you.
If not to say for certain, I feel this is true love.
L for laughing at the weird things you do.
O for opening up my eyes and realizing you're for me,
just like i'm for you too.
V for visualizing you in my mind, in my head for hours, 100 visions at a time.
Finally, E for the way I claim you as my everything.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC