I want a girl
who loves to stay up
until witching hour.
Moonlight would snake
in from a open window
along with a winter chill.
Spotify would play her daily playlist
and neither would know what song
was going to be played next,
but that's the beauty of it.
We would sit on the coach
blankets sprawl over criss-cross legs.
Her, a sketch pad balancing on one knee
pens would become lost in folds of fabric.
And me, eyes would be hooked
on the page I'm reading,
but every once in a while
I'll glance at her and get lost
in what she's working on.
It would be moments like this
that always remind me why
I fell in love with her.
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Violet Strings
Poesi"My lips burn to feel the pressure of her lips on mine." Violet Strings is an LGBTQ+ poetry collection that focuses on romance between two girls, coming out, her not being accepted in her family and how she deals with everything.
