Nov 29
When I speak to you from the deepest colors of my soul,
I think of you—
yet every word I breathe turns to poetry,
soft, magical, and alive.
You are the muse I never seek,
but always find.
I think of you—
yet every word I breathe turns to poetry,
soft, magical, and alive.
You are the muse I never seek,
but always find.
