May 2019
in another life, maybe i could have laced
your fingers in mine
chasing starlight down the line
and finding out we'd
never have enough time.
when summer ends, when hearts bloom-
you'll look at her,
i'll look at you.
your fingers in mine
chasing starlight down the line
and finding out we'd
never have enough time.
when summer ends, when hearts bloom-
you'll look at her,
i'll look at you.
trying out the lowercase aesthetic. oh, and unrequited pining of course.
