25/F/A house. Heythere, I'm not much of a poet, but ideas like to pop into my head and I can't help but to write them down. Here is where they can thrive. 13 followers / 457 words
You are the moon your skin, swarthy and perplexing. I am the sun my face, rounded and luminous. The luster reflects onto your features and when we kiss an eclipse forms in the sky.
This is what I think of you and I hope someday I can show you this.