Loud noises. Bright colours.
Rush and gush of comers and goers.
The western world is a bit
too much for me today.
Because last night,
I saw the stars through shaky eyes,
felt the cold air against my numb face
and told a stranger what you mean to me.
I sat on the water’s edge for hours,
my bare feet hanging off the side.
I saw the stars. I saw your eyes.
And felt ******* great.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 9:19 AM UTC
Loud noises. Bright colours.
Rush and gush of comers and goers.
The western world is a bit
too much for me today.
Because last night,
I saw the stars through shaky eyes,
felt the cold air against my numb face
and told a stranger what you mean to me.
I sat on the water’s edge for hours,
my bare feet hanging off the side.
I saw the stars. I saw your eyes.
And felt ******* great.