I am bohemio.
Of shrubbery
ridden riversides,
walking above
the line that separates
each to their side.
I am intrigued
by stray dogs,
eye contact, smiles,
and tangled hair.
I am lost.
I am crazy,
especially in other's gazes.
But I think...
it's ok.
It's finally...
ok.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 2:35 AM UTC
I am bohemio.
Of shrubbery
ridden riversides,
walking above
the line that separates
each to their side.
I am intrigued
by stray dogs,
eye contact, smiles,
and tangled hair.
I am lost.
I am crazy,
especially in other's gazes.
But I think...
it's ok.
It's finally...
ok.
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