you remind me of happy things,
like fridays and the sweet smell of flowers
and rainy days on comfy beds.
worthy adventures in novels,
and warm sweaters
with loose threads.
you reming me of blissful things,
like sunday mornings,
and innocent forehead kisses,
timeless blessings,
and hopeful wishes.
you are of pleasant things,
your high cheekbones,
structured from cloud nine,
the nebula eyes you own,
and your knife, blade jawline.
you are, indeed,
of pleasant things.
29/01/2015
YOU ARE READING
may.
Poetryi wrote most of this when i was 12 or smth lmao and i continue to embarrass myself lmao
