A
STRANGER
There is a love I reminisce,
like
a seed
I’ve
never sown.
Of lips that I am yet to kiss,
and
eyes
not
meet my own.
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
and
arms
that
feel like home.
I wonder how I miss,
these
things
I’ve
never known.
―
Lang Leav,
Love & Misadventure
