the sun rose, days before September and
colored the sky in pure pastels,
shaded smooth, clean of imperfection.
i dreamed these colors with you in my arms
while the mist of crashing waves
slightly glistened our sun kissed skin.
i don't mind to dream these things
i enjoy their thoughts
but i don't want you to be a dream for me
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
the sun rose, days before September and
colored the sky in pure pastels,
shaded smooth, clean of imperfection.
i dreamed these colors with you in my arms
while the mist of crashing waves
slightly glistened our sun kissed skin.
i don't mind to dream these things
i enjoy their thoughts
but i don't want you to be a dream for me
