8 letters

Behind my heart lies its hope.

Dear Beauty

What are you really?

Besides words that my eyes cant ever spill

Besides that acwordness when i cant sit still

The blinding light

I'll be on the run

So come catch me

But I wont be out of sight

But you left me stund

So Leave it burning

I have a choras of kisses

And kisses for my choras

Wishes for kisses

blushes for glances

letters next to matches

And a city of angels

With Perfect angles

A sky filled with rose peddles

Your eyes are endless medows

That make me cry wich brings the crows

But I still have a pocket full of kisses

Stored in these boxes

 

Author's Note

This is more or less my first real love poem
with out death, or pain and what not