May 2018
I've almost forgotten how your
other-worldly eyes
peered into my
melancholy soul.
How your
key trained fingers
traced my
summer-kissed skin.
How your
wiser-than-mine words
changed my
impressionable mind.
Almost, but not quite.
other-worldly eyes
peered into my
melancholy soul.
How your
key trained fingers
traced my
summer-kissed skin.
How your
wiser-than-mine words
changed my
impressionable mind.
Almost, but not quite.
Ah, he appears again.
This boy is always showing up in my poetry,
even if he doesn't show up in my life anymore.
***
This boy is always showing up in my poetry,
even if he doesn't show up in my life anymore.
***
(18/F/neverland)
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