Spread smiles and happiness 😊😇
Your kiss isn’t a kiss, darling
The pleasing sensation
The heal to my scars
Admiration for my lips
Veins to my heart
Contentment to my soul
Approval to my presence
Life to my existence
The scars of her soul bled through words in the form of poetry.
She desired for the perfection.
His love made her fall in love with his fallacy.
She believed, even the Moon has scars.