someday ill miss
spending mornings entangled,
kissing with the taste of marijuana on our lips,
and smelling the rain through your broken pane.
but until the day comes when i cant stay,
ill keep my secret hope
that i wont have to walk away
because now,
we even laugh the same.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 10:28 PM UTC
someday ill miss
spending mornings entangled,
kissing with the taste of marijuana on our lips,
and smelling the rain through your broken pane.
but until the day comes when i cant stay,
ill keep my secret hope
that i wont have to walk away
because now,
we even laugh the same.
lachesism
n. the desire to be struck by disaster
...
my heart longs to love you
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