Drinking gin in the park
You look at me
And you’re every single stop, long pause, start
You’re everything that sets a jump in my heart
Everything I want to breathe in
You are mid August
On the backs of my legs
The smell on my hair,
It gives away that I’ve been
Curled into your chest,
My face in your neck,
Pleading for you to stay
Praying to a righteous God
That for us,
It’s just another Thursday
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
Drinking gin in the park
You look at me
And you’re every single stop, long pause, start
You’re everything that sets a jump in my heart
Everything I want to breathe in
You are mid August
On the backs of my legs
The smell on my hair,
It gives away that I’ve been
Curled into your chest,
My face in your neck,
Pleading for you to stay
Praying to a righteous God
That for us,
It’s just another Thursday
Another fragmented love letter.
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