hold me
even when the world is
ending all around us.
give to me the shining
summers which we will
never see through our
own eyes.
guide me through
the breaking of days
and the darkness which I
cannot see past.
you have promised me
nothing, which has become
something in this bleak spring.
I always imagined romance and
the way that it would melt against
my fingers like syrup.
but now I know that
romance is a distant thought
that captures not even
the closest of feasibility of the
coming time.
even as our world
abruptly part,
I foresee this meeting
being worth all sacrifice and
all thought.
written on: april 7th, 2020
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𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞
Poetry"you're my kind of sweet, like honeysuckle" published: feb. 16th💛
