Falling. Floating. Lost. That is the best way to describe your beauty. Falling in love with the things you refuse to notice, like how you were born in a shade of brown that implores me to be the one who extends your lineage. Falling in love with the things you can’t comprehend, like how your…Read More
Only you could want a lost treasure
no one could find value in.
So I will love you like the ocean loves the shore, no matter what I do or which way I go,
I will always crash right back into you.
If you ever need to hide,
because you feel less beautiful
then remember of all the seeds in God’s Eden,
it is I, you blossomed for
and you, I will always pick.