just a glimpse
into what happy could be
in someone’s arms
is enough to have me floating
for weeks.
the reality is,
what goes up must come down,
and I come down
every time
crashing.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 7:20 PM UTC
just a glimpse
into what happy could be
in someone’s arms
is enough to have me floating
for weeks.
the reality is,
what goes up must come down,
and I come down
every time
crashing.
written after my first break up inspired by one of my mother’s poems, she too is a hopeless romantic, I think its hereditary.