Flicking through pictures and I come across one of you
I stare for a moment, simmering in hatred and bitterness
But I can’t help but break down in loud sobbing tears
Thinking of the sweet times of before and pretty feelings
Sky blue, lavender, rose pink, sunshine
When I’m alone I feel midnight:
Violet, sage, black with twinkling stars
The blackness overpowering those airy colors of happiness
And again washing over, drowning me in my own thoughts
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light
You were my light and now you’re gone
Naturally, I rebel, but I get nowhere
So I’ve decided I’m ceasing my efforts.
Let’s get coffee and tea and be cute together
(which is my ultimate goal)
Let’s read books and snuggle with each other
Butterfly kisses and fluttering fingertips
Layers of clothing peeled away under layers of blankets
Nibbles on my lips and stubbles poking my cheeks
It’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
Flicking through pictures and I come across one of you
I stare for a moment, simmering in hatred and bitterness
But I can’t help but break down in loud sobbing tears
Thinking of the sweet times of before and pretty feelings
Sky blue, lavender, rose pink, sunshine
When I’m alone I feel midnight:
Violet, sage, black with twinkling stars
The blackness overpowering those airy colors of happiness
And again washing over, drowning me in my own thoughts
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light
You were my light and now you’re gone
Naturally, I rebel, but I get nowhere
So I’ve decided I’m ceasing my efforts.
Let’s get coffee and tea and be cute together
(which is my ultimate goal)
Let’s read books and snuggle with each other
Butterfly kisses and fluttering fingertips
Layers of clothing peeled away under layers of blankets
Nibbles on my lips and stubbles poking my cheeks
It’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for.
