he was e cord and sunset lover,
and I was vanilla and cold weather.
he spoke of love in different languages,
i gave my boring self in quickened stages.
he was marveled at,
and i was passed by.
he lost touch with my heart,
and I never knew why.
-i.w.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
he was e cord and sunset lover,
and I was vanilla and cold weather.
he spoke of love in different languages,
i gave my boring self in quickened stages.
he was marveled at,
and i was passed by.
he lost touch with my heart,
and I never knew why.
-i.w.
he walked right past me
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