P.C : Pinterest (to the rightful owner)
Between these pages I hide
the exquisite scars we read like poetry,
the smell of home we found in an abandoned city,
our ageless sunrise together,
the verses that held us together,
the collarbone kisses of fairytales,
the hue of beginnings,
the anticipation of endings.
We swirled around our dreams,
now safely tucked in these pages.