Pressed Flowers By Moonlight
I like to press petals to my lips, to remember how the flower felt, how soft the touch, the texture, and know that love lives there. I like to sit beneath the porcelain moon to remember how white your skin was, how soft the touch, the texture, and know that love lives there. ©️ Emma Steel
The gentle, quiet way you parallel the softness of a petal with the memory of someone's skin makes the ache of that lost love feel incredibly tender and timeless ✨
Lovely 💖