If someone wrote a poem about me, would they describe it like the summer breeze that feels as if the world is suddenly steady and still?
Would they describe it as a delicate flower wandering around the valleys of emptiness that made their life fulfilled?
Because I’ve been writing poems for years now, mainly about my crush. But I want to finally see myself in someone’s perspective that will make me blush.
When will I read myself in someone’s handwriting?
When will I be someone’s motivation, someone’s muse, someone’s inspiration, someone’s… poem.
-A.L ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚
