Is it summer yet outside?
the last time i saw
ashes in the breeze
blossoms and swallowing bubbles
for release
i cant stay here forever
i mouthed the words
and hid from them
buried under books
i would have branded myself.
i replaced autumn with your eyes
and the emptiness of summer will replace you
(and) I still miss the starlight.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
Is it summer yet outside?
the last time i saw
ashes in the breeze
blossoms and swallowing bubbles
for release
i cant stay here forever
i mouthed the words
and hid from them
buried under books
i would have branded myself.
i replaced autumn with your eyes
and the emptiness of summer will replace you
(and) I still miss the starlight.
Literally just found this in my draft poetry folder. Can't see me working on it again, so here it is.
