Oh,when we were young and wonderful and quick to laugh, and we didn't know.
Do you ever think
Of me,
smiles tender and tentative.
The past like an arrow in your lung.
Sandpaper against your heart.
Sorrowful joy.
I do
I do
I do
I do
I don't know if you'll ever vacate my consciousness.
I hope you know that all of my love is yours to keep.
And all of the wrongs are mine to grieve.
YOU ARE READING
"Poetry"
PoetryYa know that 3am notes app kinda heart-rending sh*t you produce when your mind wanders and inhibitions go bye bye?? Yeah. That. Have fun with my mind puke :)
