Apr 2015
I wrote everything in orange ink.
I wrote our names in the margins of my notebooks
and I have dreamed of our futures.
I wrote of our wild times, kissing strange boys,
making wild jokes, falling for boys we were ashamed of,
our cigarette eyes, and ***.
I wrote it in orange ink,
"Life is wild."
I wrote our names in the margins of my notebooks
and I have dreamed of our futures.
I wrote of our wild times, kissing strange boys,
making wild jokes, falling for boys we were ashamed of,
our cigarette eyes, and ***.
I wrote it in orange ink,
"Life is wild."
And maybe it's crazy to say that I wrote of all of our times in a notebook's margins, but you don't know until you live it.
Every day I live it.
Every day I live it.
