i shouldn't get this sick feeling at the end of a good day
but i can't help but worry it'll be the last one i spend with youit's a sunday afternoon and
all i can think about is how much i adore loving youi kept blaming all these lethal thoughts on you,
but after talking to you today
i'm starting to realize that the only toxic one here is me[you made me turn on myself. how twisted is that?]
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lemon lavender & long nights
Poetryyou're lemon lavender and long nights [when the scent of lemon lavender was all that filled my head while talking to you those long summer nights] ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.3 #38 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015-2016