How I spell
"Love"?
I hide my every alphabet
Within you.
We learn to burn our old
Preferences.
Enough gentle winds turn
Puddles into
Cavities.
I thank the grounds for not
Being levelled out
For once.
Not scared of hights any
More; I grunt when your feathers
Tickle my nose.
Godlessness.
Church is my mouth upon
You.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC
How I spell
"Love"?
I hide my every alphabet
Within you.
We learn to burn our old
Preferences.
Enough gentle winds turn
Puddles into
Cavities.
I thank the grounds for not
Being levelled out
For once.
Not scared of hights any
More; I grunt when your feathers
Tickle my nose.
Godlessness.
Church is my mouth upon
You.
