careless days sprinkled in
cloudy hazes, this is you
and me drifting off on the
glossy waves of a summer
day.
and these are the days i love,
where you have a smile
pulled onto your [beautiful]
face and i am your mirror,
not your catharsis, for
once.
i just wish you had this
glued onto your life pages instead
of the burn-in-your-throat and
haze-in-your-mind we both know
you love more than
me.
YOU ARE READING
motion. | completed
Poetrythis is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14
