i moved it
into a box
under my bed
sealed with more
layers of sellotape
than my mum’s
birthday presents
it’s not exactly
spring cleaning
and i still sleep
on top of these
dusty memories
but it’s okay;
i’ve forgotten what
was in there anyway
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 4:53 PM UTC
let’s stop for a while
and find shapes in the clouds
feel the breeze on our skin
and take in the sounds
let’s take a moment
in the cool april air
forget about our problems
and last night’s affairs
can i just have this
return to nature’s call
because darling, i’m lost
and need somewhere to fall
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC
you never truly leave me,
you’re stuck in my sheets
and the clothes I wear
deep in my bones
entwined with my hair
lingering in my room
like ghosts of our pasts
a solemn reminder
that everything lasts
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC