my pale breath gets caught in my sore throat, screaming at me to just say something; but her black dress with flowers scattered across it like grains of salt spilled on a counter, catches my attention ; just as if the world blurred away.
the way her sweater sways over her hands like a silk blanket, and her flowered dress flows in like she was running through a winded meadow; i'm in love.
the roses sketched on her hands and hearts lost in her eyes
i once tried to count the freckles on her face but had to stop at 20 because of how her smiles could distract any sensible person from whatever they were doing
//this honestly sucked but i'm too lazy to fix it . it's pretty old and i don't like that person as much anymore ?? idk its hard for me to write about feelings i don't actually feel like so yeah