love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Colorblind. Content Warning.
There was a time when she thought she knew what the color of love was. That time now seems so long ago... The memory fades like the ripples of a wave running away from a stone as it is skipped upon a blanket of water - searching for rest.
By Moni Martinez2 days ago in Poets

