Nov 2018
Is not those whispered sweet nothings—
Fleeting,
And gone with the wind,
But the beautiful shape
Your soft lips curve into
When you whisper
“I love you”.
-Bella R.
Fleeting,
And gone with the wind,
But the beautiful shape
Your soft lips curve into
When you whisper
“I love you”.
-Bella R.
One of my only short poems...I'm trying to write shorter poems for a change!
