in this thrifted sweater
and black and white floral skirt
in my soft and faded yellow
and on those pastel clouds
with my daydreaming eyes
i wanted a cheap ticket
you see,
i wanted a one way trip
to heaven
so i could stand protected
so i could stand behind
the holy gates,
bathing in gold light.
in my sweater,
wrapped in light
and safe.
little did i know i’d feel safer that day
that i’d taste some of heaven
in that sweater in late november
with your arm interlaced
in mine
like fate
had planned
for that to be
the moment our stars
aligned
you were a sunbeam
my sweater was security
and your arms beheld the stars
of the heavens
to me
and can i tell you something?
they were all
so
yellow
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
in this thrifted sweater
and black and white floral skirt
in my soft and faded yellow
and on those pastel clouds
with my daydreaming eyes
i wanted a cheap ticket
you see,
i wanted a one way trip
to heaven
so i could stand protected
so i could stand behind
the holy gates,
bathing in gold light.
in my sweater,
wrapped in light
and safe.
little did i know i’d feel safer that day
that i’d taste some of heaven
in that sweater in late november
with your arm interlaced
in mine
like fate
had planned
for that to be
the moment our stars
aligned
you were a sunbeam
my sweater was security
and your arms beheld the stars
of the heavens
to me
and can i tell you something?
they were all
so
yellow
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