maybe it was because we were both changed, both older.
those years we didn’t speak made us a little bit bolder.
was it the coloration of my cheeks that still was faint,
or the way I curved every word I marked in paint.
was it your samson hair that drew me in,
strength so alluring that my resistance was paper thin.
I don’t think things will quite ever be like they once were,
golden in my brain waves.
no, they will be chromatic and effortlessly constant in my view sight.
surely they will be for you too.
- Julia Aubrey Rhodes -
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC
maybe it was because we were both changed, both older.
those years we didn’t speak made us a little bit bolder.
was it the coloration of my cheeks that still was faint,
or the way I curved every word I marked in paint.
was it your samson hair that drew me in,
strength so alluring that my resistance was paper thin.
I don’t think things will quite ever be like they once were,
golden in my brain waves.
no, they will be chromatic and effortlessly constant in my view sight.
surely they will be for you too.
- Julia Aubrey Rhodes -
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