Our Letters

11- The Boy Of Simplicity

The girl who wishes for amnesia,

Lost hope swings by, all alone.

Leaves us dwelling like a drone.

Lets us go to places far unknown.

Last sane thoughts remain ungrown.

I thought that I'd mention that you fell asleep on the windowsill watching the rain and your red cheek is pressed against the cold glass.

You look so perfect laying there without a single stress line on that face of yours.

Simply calm.

Simply cool.

Simply peaceful.

Simply you.

The boy of simplicity.