And all I ask
is that you
remember me
in the little things.
I'm not asking to
take her place
as the first thought
of your morning and
the last smile
of your night but
remember me
in books and my
favorite words,
in the taste of the
salty beach air,
in the callouses
on your palm;
in the little things
ingrained
in your heart,
mind,
and
soul.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Specks Of Stardust #Wattys2015
Poesía❝ And when midnight strikes and the ink spills through the page, all that you are becomes stardust. ❞ In which a girl writes about the words unspoken, the feelings unresolved, the memories unforgotten, and the boy who caused them all.
