Digging through papers from the past,
I found what appeared to be trash.
Turned out to be a poem, about what didn't last.
First it made my cry, then it made me laugh.
No longer concerned with how things turned,
Along the way I learned, sometimes things burn.
Let them light the path.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
I'm in love.
I'm in love with the way grass smells after it's been mowed.
It has a certain smell that reminds me of summer days and childhood memories.
I'm in love with how that rain hits my window during a storm.
It's like it wants to come in so badly that tries to obliterate my window but only to realize that as soon as it hits the glass, the raindrop itself obliterates.
And I guess that's how I feel in love with you. You reminded me of summer nights and some childhood memories and I wanted to get into your heart so badly that I thought if I made myself fall you would catch me.
But, just like the raindrop, I obliterated on contact.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC