my younger self
rains on me like dew – she has given me
a new dawn, and as I awake
I feel
her mist. I want to thank her for
her sacrifice, but she
is too young to understand
that it is a sacrifice. She believes in love
she believes in love
but she
does not believe she deserves it.
still,
she gives warmth, holding me like lips
******* on a thumb
– young young young
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
my younger self
rains on me like dew – she has given me
a new dawn, and as I awake
I feel
her mist. I want to thank her for
her sacrifice, but she
is too young to understand
that it is a sacrifice. She believes in love
she believes in love
but she
does not believe she deserves it.
still,
she gives warmth, holding me like lips
******* on a thumb
– young young young
