Author: Brigida Imolia

By the moon, the stars and my beingI promise to not let you suffer as you haveI promise to always put you first Because

The wind whispers the unspoken wordsThe tongue aches of words not utteredThe mind and heart flutter at the scent of himOoh cupid you have

What will happen when winter rolls inWill you blossom in color or wither like the rest What will happen when summer rolls in Will