I feel nothing but
riptides in my stomach,
lightning pulsing through my hands,
and sunbursts in my eyes.
Accompanied by
pink flower flushed cheeks,
cool ocean fingertips,
and slightly burnt thighs.
we
are on, but
your headlights
are off.
I always wondered why, but now I understand.
I wanted our love to be known,
not shielded by the four doors of your car.
I don’t want to fade away
alongside the tangerine dream of summer.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
I feel nothing but
riptides in my stomach,
lightning pulsing through my hands,
and sunbursts in my eyes.
Accompanied by
pink flower flushed cheeks,
cool ocean fingertips,
and slightly burnt thighs.
we
are on, but
your headlights
are off.
I always wondered why, but now I understand.
I wanted our love to be known,
not shielded by the four doors of your car.
I don’t want to fade away
alongside the tangerine dream of summer.
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