i.
you wore a summer high school shirt,
with your arm poured at my skin like milk;
back then cereals were all i could long for.
i hoped for some electricity,
but the night was too strong to be lit;
mildly frustrated light turned into heat.
darkness had become a nice home,
where all the weirdness collided
like cotton candy and a starstruck heart.
you spoke, as the sky fell,
with your lips swollen like honey;
that was the time i found moonlight.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
i.
you wore a summer high school shirt,
with your arm poured at my skin like milk;
back then cereals were all i could long for.
i hoped for some electricity,
but the night was too strong to be lit;
mildly frustrated light turned into heat.
darkness had become a nice home,
where all the weirdness collided
like cotton candy and a starstruck heart.
you spoke, as the sky fell,
with your lips swollen like honey;
that was the time i found moonlight.
November is indeed the month of magic.