My mind used to run
A day ahead
And sometimes
It would get lost in
Weeks ahead.
Now,
All I can think about
Is you and me
Feet buried in cool sand.
One towel to shield us
From the ocean breeze.
My head on your shoulder
Your head resting against mine.
And how beautiful it is—
The world in our now.
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC
My mind used to run
A day ahead
And sometimes
It would get lost in
Weeks ahead.
Now,
All I can think about
Is you and me
Feet buried in cool sand.
One towel to shield us
From the ocean breeze.
My head on your shoulder
Your head resting against mine.
And how beautiful it is—
The world in our now.
and i hope our now can last forever
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