9 | Nov 02
mornings with your texts, nights with your cuddles
countless forehead kisses, rainbows and butterflies
painted smiles after tears, lies for temporary happiness
but I don't know which hurts more,
that none of it was genuine,
or because I'll always choose to be a fool for you
YOU ARE READING
Moonstruck
PoetryCopyright © November 2020 by Mystital probably my rant book written in flowery language, all raw from my soul. highest ranking: nov-dec #1 poetry collection out of 21.8k stories #1 poet out of 14.6k stories #1 poem collection out of 6.6k stories #1...
