38 | Nov 10
your head on my chest, while I play with your hair
listen to our favorite song with a smile on our faces
I closed my eyes as I teared with my heavy breathing
it is just a dream to hold what was once mine
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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...
