As the half moon sinks into the mountain across my room, and I think that the only place I’d rather be is in your arms, feeling the warmth of your heart touching my bare skin. Wanting to sink into you just like the moon sank in those mountains, shined bright for a bit, and now although is hidden, it is the most beautiful thing my eyes ever came across to.
i love finding little poems that i forgot i wrote, shows that i still somewhere have some emotion hidden. always have, tho sometimes i forget that