I want all of it.
The chaos, the peace,
the love, the laughs,
the kisses, your touch,
your lips, your scent,
your prickly beard and
the way you sing off key.
I want every bit of it
because we wouldn’t be
us without all of it.
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
I want all of it.
The chaos, the peace,
the love, the laughs,
the kisses, your touch,
your lips, your scent,
your prickly beard and
the way you sing off key.
I want every bit of it
because we wouldn’t be
us without all of it.