Our love isn't stardust
nor songs on repeat
oh no my dear,
our love is semisweet.
It is tired eyes
and messy hair
the screaming of obscenities
into the air without a care.
It is knowing
on days I am too much to bear
that you love me for who I am,
and you aren't going anywhere.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC
Our love isn't stardust
nor songs on repeat
oh no my dear,
our love is semisweet.
It is tired eyes
and messy hair
the screaming of obscenities
into the air without a care.
It is knowing
on days I am too much to bear
that you love me for who I am,
and you aren't going anywhere.
