bright days and hazy evenings,
sunglasses and lemonade,
floppy hats and silly poses,
water sprays and butterflies on hands.
you are the feeling of dancing on the grass in the warmth,
you are the bright blurring colours of summer,
you are the smell of sweet fabric conditioner.
we are spinning in the beams of sun coming through the window,
we are laughing in the shade beneath an old oak tree,
we are rolling down hills in a slightly tipsy cloudiness.
you are good
pure
warm
friendly
gentle
you are magnificent
- your friendship
YOU ARE READING
Forget The World
PoetryForget the world, Forget the people. Focus on me, Focus on you. Smile. A documentation of my deteriorating mental heath and stability through words.
